Just so you don’t think I fell off the edge of the earth, I didn’t. I’m still here. Just not doing anything interesting enough to write about, that’s all.
Sometimes writing about minutiae (?) is OK, but other times it just feels wrong – this is one of those times.
My friend Mary said she’d like to come get me and get me out of this place for a drive, so hopefully soon I will get out and see some of that world out there. I very rarely go anywhere myself, just not quite strong or steady enough but with Mary I’ll be OK.
I told her I want to go to the beach, see the ocean for a change. After all, we live so close to it but I never see it. The ocean has always been one of my great joys in life but lately, I’ve had to rely on my memory of it. One of the best parts about the ocean is the smell, and that has been lacking these last few years for me. When Paul comes home with a trap to repair, I get the smell of the ocean from that trap for a day or two while he is working on it in the basement, but that’s about it.
After we do our little trip out somewhere, I’ll report back. Until then, I’m just doing my routine stuff here, taking care of my sweet puppers and husband as best I can, and breathing in and breathing out.