I get nostalgic, or some variant on that feeling, this time of year. I get restless. It's not a year-end dying thing, and it's happened for a long, long time, even before I met her. But now that feeling attaches her memory to itself and populates the silent woods of my mind with her ghost. Five years. I never knew what exciting and ( Read more... )

A bit over a week ago I went into Goodwill with the last of my cash and looked at the old discarded planners they had in a dusty corner, and decided to spend my money on candle sconces instead. I like candles, I already had a blank book, and I can draw lines and write dates just as well myself. Even a Slingshot can't compare to DIY and free. The ( Read more... )