I received this bookmark in the mail today from a woman named Charlene in Montana. I have no idea who this is. But the note said: Lynn. Be strong. You are a good and caring person, loved by God. Wow. Came in the nick of time. Someone who must know I am a writer who … Continue reading Carnivore Dreams – Secret Admirer
Winings: Dad won $172 playing Blackjack, not the slots. But of course, he has no quality of life and should go home and die. See previous posting. Happy Saturday.
My dad is the guy in the tan sweatshirt. After being told to "go home and die" and three days of 750 mg 2x daily Cipro antibiotics, my dad is at the casino. Phone dates the pictures in case they want to see them. We have a doctor friend who prescribed a strong enough dose … Continue reading Carnivore Dreams – Back from the Dead
Photo by Kat Smith on Pexels.com Ok, not what you expected. Ha. But part of my metaphorical stock. Need to get back on my diet, so will have some eggs this morning, some good coffee, maybe a bit of milk. I'm about to put on my pork roast in the slow cooker and that will … Continue reading Carnivore Dreams – Taking Stock
I bought a bag of Starburst for my grandson who just visited (and gone already). I watched them drive off with my usual (these days) intense sorrow since I just do not see them often enough and I'm not handling that well amidst so much grief on every level. When JM left, he left a … Continue reading Carnivore Dreams – Last Starburst
Photo by RODNAE Productions on Pexels.com Grief. I always thought (or thought I knew) it took about two years to (not get over) but get used to a death. Or other stressful situations. I might have been wrong. I think it takes a lot longer to get over divorce because these horrible people live on … Continue reading Carnivore Dreams – Divorced