Wednesday, February 24, 2016

We find by losing. We hold fast by letting
go. We become something new by
ceasing to be something old. This seems
to be close to the heart of that mystery.
I know no more now than I ever did
about the far side of death as the last
letting-go of all, but now I know that
I do not need to know, and that I do
not need to be afraid of not knowing.
God knows. That is all that matters.

Frederick Buechner 

Good morning everyone. Coffee is ready and tasting good. It's raining out there this morning, and they are predicting wind and rain all day. Not too cold out, though. Later this morning I am headed out to Spanish class. I did end up playing hooky yesterday, but I won't miss Spanish. I love this class. Besides, I have to buy my pudding parfait for tomorrow. 

Today is the anniversary of Miss Minga's death, and yesterday I just broke down.  I'm missing my little girl so much.  The other day I could have sworn I heard her sneeze.  She's letting me know that she is still with me.  That offers me some comfort, but when I look down and she is not sleeping at my feet, the tears start to flow.

I've been out of sorts lately.  Sinus problems.  My nose is constantly stuffy, but rather than come out when I blow, the gook goes down my throat and has caused the worst case of post nasal drip.  I have so much mucus that I am coughing up all day.  It makes my throat itch which causes another round of itching.  And the cycle goes on.  I just want to feel normal again.

Otherwise, nothing much happening here. Life is good.


  1. Here's a toast to sweet Miss Minga, gone but not forgotten.

  2. They wind their paws deep into our heartstrings don't they?
    Get better soon.