Serendipity

The upside of Spring's arrival, however fleeting, is that the snow clouds disperse and we start seeing more of the wispy clouds which I love. On this day, I was able to get 3 shots, as the afternoon slid into disk. You can see a sliver of the moon. Contrails...'X'must be the spot! Sun has slowly moved toward setting. While I was out that afternoon, I shot the next two photos: Not sure what these are but there was a patch I found. Not sure what these husks were that were tangled in the bush. The next image I think is rather unique. I was in the kitchen and noticed the lace sheer that covers the kitchen window was creating a shadow on the floor. The sheer has rose-like flowers that spread across the floor. Yesterday afternoon, it suddenly clouded over and got really dark. I opened the shades and caught these images: The wind had picked up and the temperature dropped. The clouds actually looked more like snow clouds. We  g

Okay folks, I admit it...I am square. I don't like the smell of pot. Period. I've been this way since I was 18 and nothing's changed since. When I left my last pot-smoking boyfriend, I had high hopes I would not smell that stuff ever again. Boy...was I wrong. When my son and I moved into this apartment last October, the fun began. The people who live across the hall from us, a fellow probably in his late 20s or early 30s and a couple of young gals who I would be inclined to think/hope were in their late teens or early 20s really seem to like to puff their days away. Constantly.  If we walk out our apartment door we plow into an unseen cloud of pot smoke that about chokes us to death. I am being dead serious here. It's horrible and it even seeps in under our door and into our apartment at times. Ticks me off. I know you are thinking that I should report them. I have...to the office that manages this place. They served the people across the hall with a warnin

If you'd asked me a few years ago if I could stand being by myself, I probably would have replied "No". In fact, I have never in all my adult years lived by myself or at least spent most of my time alone. I've always had someone there, a husband/significant other or other family member, so I was never really  alone.  Since moving here, I have learned to enjoy the alone time...even for days at a time.  I have gone through stages though to get to this point.  The first stage was a deep loneliness, and with it came a round of depression almost as deep. The next stage was one of keeping myself busy with making my crochet items for my shop on Etsy . If I kept my mind and hands busy I couldn't think. The next stage I really began to enjoy the quiet and the ease of not having anyone to be here with me. I could do what I wanted, when I wanted and how I wanted. Pretty sad to come to this point as a 59 year old woman! LOL In all honesty, I am glad that I have com