Sunday Morning Musings

Outside my window, clouds blanket the sky and peeks of autumn are everywhere.

I am thinking a great deal about my father and just how hard yesterday was.

I am thankful for all the days I spent with him, loving him, and being loved back. I am really thankful that he said "I love you, too" aloud. My dad was of the generation where men didn't really ever say that aloud, and I can't tell you the last time I heard those words from him.

From the kitchen come the sounds of Phil cooking.

I am still wearing my nightgown. It's been hard getting started this morning.

I am creating pages full of color and thoughts in my journals.

I am going to be spending hours on schoolwork and at the computer.

I am reading and re-reading different publications and blogs, soaking up the eye candy and inspiration.

I am hoping that my computer gets hooked up this week and that my social studies books come in. Life will get much easier then!

I am hearing the sound of the keyboard, bacon or sausage sizzling, and traffic flowing by.

Around the house the cats and dog are hoping that something falls as Phil cooks. Various things from dad's house wait to be dealt with and the school bag mocks me. I want to curl up and read instead.

One of my favorite things is a glorious fall day ablaze with color with pumpkins everywhere.

A few plans for the week: schoolwork, "Back to School Night" on Tuesday, sorting through the button box found in the attic, and taking photos.

Here's a picture of a journal page I'd like to share!

 
Done in my "recylced pages" using dad's National Geographics, part of a bag from yesterday's breakfast, some new tape, and a painted over magazine image altered a bit!

 

Comments

[teri]

I'm sorry about your loss. My dad passed away three years ago and I still miss him every day.