My three ships are in–Brendan from L-ville, Ian from Glendale, Caitlan from England. They are my comfort, my support, my purpose. They are unconditional love. They breathe Wayne and reflect the influence of Joe. They are the immortality of a special union.

Amazingly, it was a good day. We awoke late, having been to […]

We picked up Ian and Brendan in Louisville and went to the North End Cafe for breakfast with Yale. We ate pork tenderloin, mashed potatoes, stuffing, cranberry sauce and peas. We are at Deb’s. My kids are home. It is good.

Poem: Excerpt of “Christmas” by George Herbert. Public Domain.

“Christmas”

The […]

I was driving in the car and I had on THE WORLD from PRI and Lisa Mullins was interviewing Aine Minogue, a Celtic harpist who has released a cd of Celtic lamentations. And I realized they were talking to me about my grief. She said that universally cultures grieve for a year and then […]

Slushy, rainy, snow-mess day. Not freezing on the roads yet, but Caitlan and I stayed in town at Sharon’s house, just in case the roads may be bad in the a.m. Caitlan went to Louisville Tile to pick up the last of the ceramic tile for the main flooor at Kelley Ridge. Things are advancing, […]

‘Nuff said.

I have a wonderful aunt and uncle (actually I have several wonderful aunts and uncles) who treated me to a trip to England last summer. My friend and cohort, Sharon, accompanied us, and I had the time of my life. If their intent was to bring me out of the doldrums, they succeeded. […]

Deb and I had our last rug hooking class tonight. It was a welcome relief to finish. I’m afraid we just didn’t fit in. I think we both wanted something that would occupy our hands while resulting in something at least moderately productive. In all these weeks I am still not finished with […]

I love using my body. My brother came over early today and fixed the stovepipe for my woodstove while I moved big pieces of cherry lumber that KK and I stored in a hobbit hole above the steps. It was heavy, but I did it. Then we borrowed my dairy farmer neighbor’s […]