I open and close this door just about every day, often several times each day. It’s the door to the mundane every day, but also to freedom, to new adventures. Continue reading “Driving Ms. Doors-y”
It’s a monumental moment. After four days of feeling so ill I couldn’t do anything, I am sitting! In a chair! I ate food today! And I’m able to type this post. Am I well? Not completely, no. But am I better? The lack of hacking cough says yes (still coughing, just not nearly as much). Fear not, dear reader. In addition to this post being gluten free — as all posts here at Daisy Smiley Face are, this post is certified germ-free. Continue reading “The Chill Is Gone”
Someone just microwaved a piece of fish. This should be illegal.
The week before The Week From Hell, I took the pic of this house, from the driver’s seat of my car. I’m always on the lookout at a red light for an interesting thing to capture. Continue reading “#ThursdayDoors: Before and After”
I feel like I’m waking up from a dream. Groggy, but becoming more focused by the minute.
Continue reading “The Week from Hell”
Today is my birthday. I have always loved my birthday and that is totally my father’s fault. He made awesome cakes and made sure that my day was special, even though my birthday was also HIS birthday. That’s right: today is also the day my father was born. Continue reading “Happy Birthday”
It’s that time of year — Thanksgiving. I write things I’m grateful for every time I write in my journal, but it’s a tradition on the ol’ blog to post a list of things I’m thankful for. Here then is the 2016 Thanksgiving Post: Gratitudinous!
I wear my hair down daily after 90 days of ponytails — it’s a lot longer than I thought it would be now. My wardrobe features pants and shirts with sleeves after endless months of as little clothing as possible. As I leave the house today, I take my hoodie with me, for the first time in months, just in case the sleeves aren’t enough as the sun fades from the sky.
Continue reading “Autumn’s arrival”
Turning on the desk lamp at 2 p.m. isn’t normal. Cloudy days. A staple of winter, it seems. At least there’s inside light.
Typing, typing, typing. Moving papers. Crossing things off the to-do list. Adding things to the calendar. Then something in the window catches my eye, lingers in my peripheral.
Is that the sun?
Pens down. Time stopped. To the window! Pull the open blind up higher. Stand for several minutes taking in the momentary brightness knowing it will disappear again. Notice the shadows streaking across the lawn, through the bare branches of the trees.
Soon, it’s gone.
Back to the desk. Pick up the pen. Write a note. Return to typing. Smiling because I caught the fleeting moment while it lasted.
*No, I didn’t take the photo. I was too busy taking in the moment. 🙂
In case you missed it, I was so happy to be the featured writer yesterday at Urszula’s site, Confessions of a Broccoli Addict. She offers a series called Monday Inspirations. Contributors write about authors and books that inspire them. I wrote about Gift from the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh.
“The world today does not understand… the need to be alone… What commentary on our civilization, when being alone is considered suspect; when one has to apologize for it, make excuses, hide the fact that one practices it – like a secret vice!”
Just one introvert speaking to another, from almost 60 years ago now.
Don’t miss it!