Hey, just a drive by. I need to wean myself from the time I spend on another social media platform, and I am remembering that one of the two things I always appreciated about the Dope in general was the lack of ooh shiny photos/memes and the ability to avoid politics and drama by mostly staying out of at least three of the forums. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.
Life has been set on the suck for quite a few years. Although it has not been without joys, there have been more sadness, anger, (righteous, yet it still takes its toll) fear than a person ought to have to deal with. Every time I think I can lift my head again BOOM and it begins again. I am fortunate to be living with the adult children I am, they keep me on the right track and keep my thoughts young. I did no gardening this year, and those who know me, know that it isn’t me to not garden. Thank the goddesses I am a big believer in perennials, the last of the roses and jasmines are still giving off their fragrances, the delphiniums are in their second flush and the dahlias are still in their glory. I was looking at photos of my gardens from the last few years, and I really am going to work all fall/winter to get ready for the growing season 2019.
I’ve been gone so long I am having trouble remembering nicknames, and it’s a little weird to think that I joined in right around the time Mooom was remodeling. To think, the chandelier could have been mine! :eek::smack:
midget I have always hated the heat, even more so now that I spent all those years in Alaska. I remember 1981 (:eek:) and I could see the bank’s thermometer from my little house. That summer it was 110F regularly that summer, sometimes hotter. I would go into the shower fully clothed (shorts and a very light strappy blouse) and turn the cold water on, soak myself and then go out and sit in the shade with a book until my clothes dried, to be repeated roughly every 15 minutes. It S. U. C. K. E. D. There have been summers since then when the heat has been equally brutal, and it is hard on the psyche. St. John’s Wort can be helpful, I get my happy pills from my therapist, but my daughter went through a difficult time, and they seemed to help her cope. (((hugs)))
So, who wants to lay odds that if I say I’ll be back this week, I will actually make it back, and not just think about it, and assume you all know what I was thinking?