I have the house to myself this week end.
As I have written before, I love being alone (although I always have the animals for company). Having the house to myself is a delicious thing.
I always miss the boys, yet time flies by as I try to figure out how to use my time. Go for a walk? Do some exercises? Organize my house? Read my book (the Custodian of Paradise, by Wayne Johnston. It's brilliant)? Watch a movie? Write?
One of the things I have been doing is getting caught up on my daily blog reads.
And one of my favourites moved me to tears today. Go read Blondie over at Tales from Clark Street. Her mother had cancer when Blondie was a child and in today's post Blondie writes beautifully and heartbreakingly of dealing with the fallout from that time (I am happy to say that her mom is now a twenty year survivor).
Go read it.
I need to reflect a bit more before I put my own reactions into words.
Going to go get dressed now (yes, I do know that it is 2:00 in the afternoon), grab the leash and take the dog for a walk.
4 comments:
Hello, my dear. I hope you had a wonderful walk. I'm going out in the sun to play with the flowers.
I hope the weekend alone brings you a lot of sunshine and peace!
Hello. I just want you to know that my chemos the second cancer fight in 1988 was the same as that of a friend who had breast cancer. The names of the chemos were adreamycin and cysplatin. I am quite healthy and am a 20 year survivor and plan to live many more. Blondie is my younger daughter and a dear friend as well. One thing that helped me was to journal each day. I still have those journals but have not reread them. I think your blog is basically doing the same thing for you.
Let Blondie know if you want to talk to me on the phone.
I love being along in the house too. So much so that it makes me feel guilty!
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