So I wrote two posts thinking that only people logged in to WordPress would be able to see, but no, it turns out they have to be logged in to my account. So that didn’t work and someone asked twice to be let into my account…
Here’s atcha, willowdaydreamer, whoever you may be.
I wanted to stop the trolls from nosing at everything I write. This isn’t really that interesting.
I slept late this morning after waking early. I had coffee again. It’s so nice to enjoy it again.
My left hip has really been troublesome today. It feels like it’s numb, and this travels down my leg, but my sciatica has a sensation too. After 5pm it became hard to walk, but I planted a plant and checked my strawberries. A large crop is coming in the next week. I’m looking forward to that on my muesli. Or porridge.
I haven’t needed to water as we have rain on and off. It’s spitting now, and a storm is brewing very close by. Soon it will pour.
I’m glad because I forgot to water my hanging baskets whenever I last watered. I must remind myself to do them. They are filled with perennials as I don’t do temporary plants. Some will start trailing soon. They should look good.
On Wednesday night I slept well after eating an entire carrot cake. I started with a slice and then had two. And the rest is history.
I am planning a cheesecake for my daughter’s birthday. I bought chocolate biscuits for the base. I need to think about this, but see no reason why it won’t work. The base is simply smooshed biscuits with melted butter and chilled.
I might grate chocolate on the top. I’m thinking of using juice of orange to set it. Orange and chocolate go well.
I’m bothered about my hip. It catches me unawares. It seems to function better if I ignore it, but that isn’t always possible. I don’t see what can be done though.
This morning I disturbed a cat in my garden. This vexed me. Then I found lots of white feathers on my path. I’m thinking these belong to a seagull, so I’m not too upset. I just don’t want a cat in my garden.
My cousin phoned. We laughed. Mostly at the absurd in our lives. Laughing is such a gift. I’m glad every time I laugh as it is good for my soul and my body too.
I’m aware I have no closure on the man who nine months ago crooned over me that he would not let me die alone and that he only cared about me and him from that point on.
It’s a strange place to be. No closure.
One reply on “Weird things and no closure…”
I like chocolate with orange. Today I enjoyed a lovely orange chiffon cake a friend made. Very light and delicious. I do hope you can find a way to come to terms with the lack of closure.
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