I feel like an idiot. Who cries over an ex that abused her. Me….He also went after anyone that loved me. Saving me from the filth were his words. But here I sit sad that he is no longer on this earth. If the good Lord didn’t hold his behaviors against him because he had mental illness, I pray he is sitting pretty with the Savior. Our marriage lasted longer than it probably should have. Two bipolar people together is a disaster. We were always blaming each others mental issues. I was always wrong, he was always wrong. In his obituary I am the 12 year gap. No mention of me. That is alright. Fly high!!!!!
It is going to be a purrific day!
I am new to canning. This was a very easy recip The jars look beautiful.
BTW this was a kid friendly event!
This is the easiest best tasting soup I have canned. Turned out amazing. Want the recipe?
Rosella was adopted from the humane society 7 years ago. She has no rear paws, and for a long time a angry bladder problem. Until recently she had never been outside. She started going to the door and meowing. I’ve been taking her on small outings. Not far because her nubs are tender and need to toughen up. She is a beautiful sweet kitty. I adopted her because her name is the same as my grandmothers.
The lights luminate for safeties sake, The gravel spilling over it’s walls.
Carefully making it to the dock on the lake, walk on me the lighted path calls.
The retaining wall with caps as white as snow, brighter than the path they glow.
The path marking which way to go, I get lost more than you know.
The basket hang beautifully so, beside them the bird feeders sit.
I take the path as far as I can go, The path not safe, not one bit.
The path uneven more than you know, Be sure to watch where you go.