cold as ice

I have a number of folks in my life whose circle is getting smaller as friends and family fall into an eternal good night. Some are handling the journey with grace. Losing loved ones, spouses, friends is tough as it is a not-so-gentle reminder that no one gets out of life alive.

My spirit needs renewing on a daily basis to remember that fact. 'Get up and get after it' is not always in the morning melody of the alarm clock dawning a new day.

I dig that Washington (the state - as being buried in D.C. news may be the death of us all) has gotten into the grind of composting! How has it taken this long to get direct on the dust to dust part of the show? 

If our society is gonna go green - go all the way. Which may have the state of Michigan divided but - yellow and blue make green so...don't @ me. This is the perfect process to keep myself in the flow of life long after my walking and talking days have dissolved.

My mother wants to eskimo her way out of life, setting herself adrift on the ice flow, peacefully floating into everlasting sleep.

This is a woman who wouldn't let me walk out of the house without warning me, "make sure you have your jacket!"

I love her. To death.