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September was always a hard month. It’s a back to school month. No matter how cool or hot is one in summer, it was worse in September. I always died going back to a hot
Not air conditioned building that had been closed all summer. At the end if the day I would be hot, tired, miserable and dehydrated. I loved the kids but that start up in the heat and the dust and dirt and grime, not to mention all the furniture moving, bulletin board putting up, planning and getting things ready way more then 16 hours a day really would take its toll.
I would hurt so much and what for, I have nothing to show for it but nice photos.

I guess my buying a foreclosed house and fixing it up was a a leap of faith. I don’t know. I used my saving for the house and now money is short and I have no back up. I took out a loan to pay for the updating the house. It’s $170 a month. I hope I did the right thing!

I know all to well that in a moment, in the blink of an eye, your whole life is different. It never stops amazing me……

I suppose things can change for the better but mostly the dramatic things are never for the better. One day your In a relationship and the next minute you’re not. One minute things are normal and the person you love the most is gone and you’ll never see them again.

My motto

Under the Tuscan Sun….

“I think your’r in danger of never recovering …..

You know when you come across on of those empty shell people and you think what the hell happened to you?

There comes a time in each of those lives when they were standing at a crossroads and had to decided whether to turn left or right…….

This is no time to be a chicken shit Frances…”

When memories come crashing in
When memories start wearing thin
When memories go round and round
When new memories cannot be found

Let the memories come crashing to the ground
Let the memories cover you around
Let the memories fill you a new
Let the memories flow right through

The memories of the past are there to let you go on like a friend
The memories from the past keep you from making mistakes again
The memories of the past are there to teach and learn
The memories of the past to love and yearn

I didn’t get a chance to say Goodbye to Creamy before I left to stay overnight up north. She wouldn’t leave the bed. She ate, drank, went out to pee, but wouldn’t leave the bed. I told her that she grew up in a crate the size of a xerox box and worked so hard these last five years to learn about the world. She loves being outside and being in the sun, going for walks and going I the van. I told her she can’t let me disappearing quickly put her back in the box. She has to go on without me, she has to keep exploring a world the puppy mill kept her from. She has to go on.

Swinging in the baby swing in our backyard.

BEFORE

AFTER

I saw vertical gardens in the magazines. I hear they are all the rage from my friend whose a floral designer. So I tried my own for points I had and an reclaimed pole lamp. It didn’t turn out bad and I am reaping some nice herbs from it. I found a $2 clothes dryer and I am drying my herbs on it.

Drying herbs

The vertical herb garden