2. Things are pretty good here! I mean, my life is not perfect, but I am pretty pleased with the way things are going. Even if they are not going, life kind of gets stuck in a rut sometimes...
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Something #15
2. Things are pretty good here! I mean, my life is not perfect, but I am pretty pleased with the way things are going. Even if they are not going, life kind of gets stuck in a rut sometimes...
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Something #14
Friday, December 25, 2009
Something #13
I opened some presents this morning. I got a necklace, a scarf, chocolate truffles, oil and vinegar, a digital picture frame with pics of the fam and..
Ultimately I decided to go with the one with the prettiest paper. It's red. white, blue and green and very Christmas-y.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
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Monday, December 7, 2009
Something #12
To which I say, yes, it is!
This is the little something I pulled. I like the sun.
Actually, I LOVE the sun. I miss the sun. It's been a dark time here, just a little rough with the constant gray clouds and also the situation in the classroom. Maggie is preparing to leave, and I ache for her. I am so sensitive, I can identify what she is going through to a degree and feel like there is nothing I can do. And there is impending change... I feel that I don't do well with change. (Even though I should be an expert at it by now.)
I waited until the end of the day to open this little something, because Jon and I were going to the Christmas Market in Brussels, and also... it was FRIDAY!
But first, a few shots as I walked to the gare (train station) in Waterloo.
I stopped in a chocolate shop and who should appear?
SINTERKLAAS!!!
And the sun came out!!!
I asked him to take pictures while I opened #12, but he mistook that for, "open #12." So in this picture you actually see Jon's hands opening it up...
I have several pictures from Mexico, and Something #12 prompted me to look through them all, which may explain the delay of this post.
You see, there are good parts and bad to that time in Mexico. Sometimes it is difficult to look at the past, but here is the good news: my finger has become friends with the delete button and I am not feeling guilt or pain as I select and edit. It's quite cathartic.
By the way, I do want to see those photographs.

