“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


everyday sunday: march 16. at least the grass is greener.

almost evening end of the day dusk.  retracing my footprints across this dreary sunday.

it's been a gray day, inside and out, energy and emotions low and dragging.  the cat has followed me from room to room all day to say i'm here, to offer comfort.  or perhaps because, no matter the grayness, i still offer heat, and the real heater keeps going off in this house of still-too-chilly.  i kept climbing back into the bed with an old trixie belden book, but trixie wasn't working today, not the way she usually does, taking me back to childhood years when worries were so much smaller.  i have hopes for tonight, however - she seldom lets me down.

the wind is up, the air downtown was full of sirens, and the temperature is dropping once again; march is full of empty trees with dead blossoms and it keeps tossing more of the same weather.  a fire is once again going and i am wearing socks.  my fingers are cold and ditto my nose.  in a moment of particularly hard feel-sorry-for-myselfness, i colored my hair - just a bit - and i already regret it. i'd decided to welcome the silvers and grays and let the streaks stay, but today talked me out of that, and now most of them are gone.

the good news is by april they'll be back.



  1. So glad the cat follows you around - such progress, right? I'm sure it's as a reminder that she's there for you. She can find heat elsewhere - a blanket, the sofa, etc. - it's the company she wants, I'm sure of it.

  2. That's the thing about hair, those changes are never permanent. Some days now I wish I hadn't cut mine, but we'll see, I can always grow it out again.

    I hope today is brighter, all the way around. xoxo


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