Mary's Heartbeats

                                                                        Why?  Why do I have episodic waves of depression and sadness pour over me? Why do I sometimes actually feel my age and really look my age? Why do I think about the thought of my husband dying way too soon? Or of me, dying with so many things undone? Why? It's really morbid to have such moods and feelings, I want to say it is not truly me. I shut my eyes and hug my Gypsy Rose comfortably close. Why, do I find myself at times in such a funk? Perhaps, it is such another part of being complicated me. I want to be this joyful, peaceful person. I start out my days with that inte...

  Eight and one half months later, we are finally able to move back into our home.  Never did I imagine back then that the water that was seeping up through the ceramic tile in our kitchen spelled such disaster and repair. It turned out to be a leaky sink drain that over time caused such damage.  The front rooms along with the kitchen have all been gutted, dried out and repaired.  New cabinets and counter tops, along with a kitchen island have been installed.  I am finally rid of the dark wood paneling that seemed to enclose our family room way too much.  Yesterday I spent time lining my cabinets, and being ever grateful for improved cabinet space.  It's been quite a journey, living out of our guest room and bathroom for several months, before we could at least use the kitchen sink.  You always hear of these "remodeling" projects taking forever, but of course, you don't expect that to happen to you.  But it is what it is . . . If I would have...