I've been reading Anna Karenina for about three months. Some nights I get in 10 pages, some nights none at all. Sometimes, I can find a little time niche for 50 pages. I have six pages to go. I know, I know. Why am I posting instead of reading? I have developed an Anna Karenina pacing for this book that I have not had for anything else I've ever read. I love Levin and Kitty. I love Levin's speculations on his country's position in the world of nations, in it's destiny, in his search for rationality in living, and his explorations of soul. I absolutely love his doubts and foul moods. He is so human.
I'm also splitting up my days with sewing, painting and with the reading. I'm accomplishing a lot since my shoulder healed. It's been a long seven years. I am alone and it has become normal. My husband died and he is not coming back. I love seeing small, red trucks. I think he is putting them in my path so I don't feel entirely deserted. It would be just like him.
I got through the separation from the 18 year job. I got through a job search time. I mismanaged and learned to manage my finances; well, nearly. I had the fire and the reconstruction. I had the porch put on. I've found some new, very wonderful, friends. I've kept the old wonderful friends too. I have a grandson now who is 3 1/2. I had the rotator cuff surgery. I'd like a break from big things, but I know I'll be all right if I don't get it. I do a little bit each day of the things that I really like. It's not good enough, but it's good enough. I put myself out there with a good attitude each day and keep my heart open. That's really all I can do. I try to let go of the unnecessary so that the necessary can speak.
It's 2018, July 26 to be exact. I've had another rotator cuff surgery. I've had cataract surgery. I'm cleaning out my house more energetically than ever. I'm making progress. It's such a big job keeping up a house without help. The house and yard need so much, stairs to join the lower yard with the upper yard, stairs to the front door, some kind of pea gravel at the cellar entrance. Cutting my possessions down by maybe 50%, maybe more. Getting ready for the inevitable move. I can't keep this up forever. I'm all by myself in this. I like solitude and peace and quiet, but everything has a limit.
I'm also splitting up my days with sewing, painting and with the reading. I'm accomplishing a lot since my shoulder healed. It's been a long seven years. I am alone and it has become normal. My husband died and he is not coming back. I love seeing small, red trucks. I think he is putting them in my path so I don't feel entirely deserted. It would be just like him.
I got through the separation from the 18 year job. I got through a job search time. I mismanaged and learned to manage my finances; well, nearly. I had the fire and the reconstruction. I had the porch put on. I've found some new, very wonderful, friends. I've kept the old wonderful friends too. I have a grandson now who is 3 1/2. I had the rotator cuff surgery. I'd like a break from big things, but I know I'll be all right if I don't get it. I do a little bit each day of the things that I really like. It's not good enough, but it's good enough. I put myself out there with a good attitude each day and keep my heart open. That's really all I can do. I try to let go of the unnecessary so that the necessary can speak.
It's 2018, July 26 to be exact. I've had another rotator cuff surgery. I've had cataract surgery. I'm cleaning out my house more energetically than ever. I'm making progress. It's such a big job keeping up a house without help. The house and yard need so much, stairs to join the lower yard with the upper yard, stairs to the front door, some kind of pea gravel at the cellar entrance. Cutting my possessions down by maybe 50%, maybe more. Getting ready for the inevitable move. I can't keep this up forever. I'm all by myself in this. I like solitude and peace and quiet, but everything has a limit.
