Bits and pieces, chasing moons and Carole King

Every Saturday/Sunday night I sit down at the computer to write to Ally and realize that I haven't written bits and pieces to her everyday like I told myself I would the weekend before....

I miss her terribly. Can I say that enough? I'm sorry, I can't.

I never thought I could miss anyone the way I do her. Ever. Period.

It's been a melancholy sort of night.

I had to go to the store to get some last minute things for tomorrow and when I came out the moon was just rising in the eastern sky. Ohhh, wow! Last night (or maybe it was the night before) there was a 'super moon' that apparently won't happen again for another 35 years. Sadly though, the last few nights in Boise have been cloudy.

But tonight it's clear and the moon is still so magnificent and beautiful!

Coming out of the parking lot I decided to turn east instead of west... and thought "I'll just drive down State a little ways till I can get the perfect photo of it...." *sigh*. Over 30 minutes later and after having driven through neighborhoods I'd hate to have my car break down in, I finally pulled over on a street somewhere behind the capital. Yes, the capital. And got a lousy picture of it.... through the trees.

Anyway, I've decided that trying to chase down a moon while listening to sad Carole King songs and thinking about how much I ache for my daughter is not the way I ever want to spend a Saturday night again.

New normal

Virus's, masks, hand sanitizer, staying home, conspiracy theories, hoarding, facetiming, toilet paper shortage, the worst of incompetency from the very highest level, gaslighting, so much blind and deafness (though, not literally), smokescreens, bold-face lies accepted without explanation.... the list goes on and on. First and foremost though, this is nothing to be made light of. The meme's were a good laugh in the beginning, but they're stale and old now. People are suffering, people are sick, people are dying. Medical workers all over the world are putting their lives at great risk everyday, working to save and protect so many. Grocery and essential store workers, truck drivers and delivery people are making sure store shelves are stocked so we have what we need. It's hard to see a light at the end of the tunnel. Until there's a vaccine there isn't much "finality" in sight. People. Oh, the people. In so many ways huma...

Playing an old game.....

..... Ally and I. It happened as we were driving down Ustick Rd. the other day and saw a car with a Hawaii license plate.... then 20 seconds later Connecticut and Pennsylvania. Now, if you've never been on Ustick Rd, you might not understand the significance of that. Ally got Alaska yesterday. Guess I better get out more.

Love languages

http://www.5lovelanguages.com/profile/ I've always known the love language my children speak.... since they were little. Rob took me a bit longer. I know my parents languages and lately I've been thinking much more about my siblings, Rob's siblings, and my dearest friends. It's taken years to figure out which one I am..... since it's been kind of a tie between three.... but recently, it finally happened. And although it's one I'm not super pleased about, it is me. It's what makes me feel secure and safe and loved. And just because someone doesn't show me love in this certain way (because obviously we all have our own language), it doesn't mean I'm not going to have a connection with them. It just means that in my deeply closest, most personal and intimately emotional relationships, this area is what does it for my heart.... and it's how my heart gives and shows it to others.

Sweet Potators

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