Last week I was on vacation. I had great ambitions: I was going to clean, finish up all these house projects, go to Ikea, maybe Jeni's Ice Cream in Columbus, get rid of stuff, and blog tons of good rants and raves on books and things I'd read and had reactions to. I had 32 items out of the library and so much to say and lots of time.
Then my mom called Tuesday morning to tell me my dad was dead. He'd had a heart attack late the night before while getting ready for bed and doing his Soduku puzzle.
Much of last week was horrible yet very funny. One of the things I did immediately was take my library materials back, just because it was one thing I could do and control.
I am still sorting a lot of feelings out, and I'm also far behind on a lot of things at work and at home. I am giving myself a break on posting for a while. I usually feel a little guilty that I'm not writing more, but sorry dear friends and readers--I just can't fit it in right now.
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