Twas the night before Christmas…
Well, yes it twas but I’m not Clement Moore either and I’m actually writing this Christmas Eve morn. It’s 530AM here as I sit typing this and making sure the pugs are behaving themselves. I’m at my Ex’s Parents home in Poulsbo, WA (across the Puget Sound from Seattle). It’s 30 and we have some light, wet snow falling silently through the firs, spruces and Western Cedars. Even the birds aren’t up yet to add their chatter and fight over his Mom’s suet feeders out front.
The pugs got me up and out to do their business and inside covered with moisture from their trek. Coffee’s not made as would be my want but I have a ‘cup at a time’ system at home that his Mom gave me for Christmas last year (a GODSEND!). He’s piled up on the couch in a semi-state of slumber biding his time before he’ll get up and turn on the news and complain about no coffee before heading to the bathroom. HEH! After 8 years together, I still know him so well.
He’s my family; as are his parents. I’m glad they are here for me and vice versa.
I’m writing this because another year has pass with me being a member of the TRH group. Things have changed in the world, people have come and come within their lifetime (living the life given them), and some have left sooner (unfortunately) than they should have, political times have changed and a new direction begins with the New Year.
It has been a little over three years since I started writing diligently again (although, I’m sure some would argue that its not fast enough). I have been very fortunate to make the acquaintance and then the friendship of a few people in the group that I greatly cherish. Without their support, care and, yes, brotherly love I would not been able to get through my own trials. And mine are minimal and minor to what others in this world face. I want to publically (yet not mentioning their names for privacy reasons) for that help and care. I love you all with all my heart. Thank you for being there for me!
I’m six months from 42 and I really don’t feel like it. My brain doesn’t think that way at times and when I look in the mirror, I do not see it; although the grey in the temples shows it. I will continue to fight getting older every chance I can. I’m still single and I still write about love and finding the person that one can call their own. Maybe my own ‘Christmas Wish’ will come true. LOL! We shall see…
Now, for wishes. It is my sincerest wish that this Christmas brings you peace, love and a sense of knowing that you are cared about. I hope the New Year brings you the blessings of fulfillment and that your needs will be more than met.
Merry Christmas to all… and to all a good night…
TJay
Well, yes it twas but I’m not Clement Moore either and I’m actually writing this Christmas Eve morn. It’s 530AM here as I sit typing this and making sure the pugs are behaving themselves. I’m at my Ex’s Parents home in Poulsbo, WA (across the Puget Sound from Seattle). It’s 30 and we have some light, wet snow falling silently through the firs, spruces and Western Cedars. Even the birds aren’t up yet to add their chatter and fight over his Mom’s suet feeders out front.
The pugs got me up and out to do their business and inside covered with moisture from their trek. Coffee’s not made as would be my want but I have a ‘cup at a time’ system at home that his Mom gave me for Christmas last year (a GODSEND!). He’s piled up on the couch in a semi-state of slumber biding his time before he’ll get up and turn on the news and complain about no coffee before heading to the bathroom. HEH! After 8 years together, I still know him so well.
He’s my family; as are his parents. I’m glad they are here for me and vice versa.
I’m writing this because another year has pass with me being a member of the TRH group. Things have changed in the world, people have come and come within their lifetime (living the life given them), and some have left sooner (unfortunately) than they should have, political times have changed and a new direction begins with the New Year.
It has been a little over three years since I started writing diligently again (although, I’m sure some would argue that its not fast enough). I have been very fortunate to make the acquaintance and then the friendship of a few people in the group that I greatly cherish. Without their support, care and, yes, brotherly love I would not been able to get through my own trials. And mine are minimal and minor to what others in this world face. I want to publically (yet not mentioning their names for privacy reasons) for that help and care. I love you all with all my heart. Thank you for being there for me!
I’m six months from 42 and I really don’t feel like it. My brain doesn’t think that way at times and when I look in the mirror, I do not see it; although the grey in the temples shows it. I will continue to fight getting older every chance I can. I’m still single and I still write about love and finding the person that one can call their own. Maybe my own ‘Christmas Wish’ will come true. LOL! We shall see…
Now, for wishes. It is my sincerest wish that this Christmas brings you peace, love and a sense of knowing that you are cared about. I hope the New Year brings you the blessings of fulfillment and that your needs will be more than met.
Merry Christmas to all… and to all a good night…
TJay
