Saturday morning. C.C. is home this weekend. Marley the Great Cat and Ellie the Wonder Pooch are both sleeping on the bed between his legs. He sleeps. I sit beside him with my laptop on my lap and type. Domestic Bliss.
Blogger and I are fighting. It doesn't want me to post comments on the blogs I read. It's taking forever to load pages. I'll try again later. Internet Distress.
Glynn Young, @Faith. Fiction. Friends, who is one of the most ardent supporters of writers online, mentioned my poem, Saturday Waits, in his Saturday Good Reads today. Cyberland Gratitude.
We held a memorial service for Terry Pettigrew yesterday. It was beautiful. Touching. A fitting end. Real world thankfulness.
C.C. and I went out for dinner last night after he arrived back. We sat and chatted for over three hours in a tiny french bistro and shared hearts and minds. Loving satisfaction.
I received an email from a man the other day who saw the documentary on my book. He wrote to ask if he could be my boyfriend, despite the fact he is obviously much younger than me, he added (and he is a complete stranger). "You are unequivocally the third most ravishing woman I've ever seen," he wrote. Email consternation (though I'd sure like to know who no. 1 and 2 are! :) )
I attended an amazing event Thursday night. TimeRaisers celebrates great art and volunteerism. Company's purchase art works that individuals can bid on to buy through volunteer hours. One of the artists who started coming to the art program I started at the homeless shelter five years ago had a painting up for bid. Philanthropic win/wins
This week I heard from a woman I met online eight years ago when we were both posting on a support website for people involved with psychopaths. Her email was a wonderful gift. Grateful re-connections.
Had a long chat with a dear friend I haven't spoken to in a couple of years. He'd moved away and while neither of us are quite sure why we disconnected, reconnecting is a wonderful and beautiful thing! More grateful re-connections.
I heard from a woman who read my book, The Dandelion Spirit. "You really helped me," she wrote. Grateful connections.
I had tea with a woman whom I admire. We chatted and connected and I am looking forward to our developing friendship. Blossoming friendships.
My mother wasn't feeling well this week. My sister ensured she received medical attention. Sibling gratitude.
And so much more...