This reminds me of a news story in my neck of the woods in the last couple years about a guy who went trick-or-treating for the first time in his early 30s. He actually had lots of fun while going from house to house. I personally don't think there should be an age limit on trick-or-treating, myself. Social norms are bizarre things to try to change, though.
Thanks everyone. My wife appreciates all the cares and comments. Maybe I'll be able to convince her to come hang here with us rather than on Facebook with her mom.
I hear you. Went through my own anniversaries of those lost last month and it knocked me out for two weeks straight before I could get my head around writing again.
Don't let guilt be one of the emotions. We feel what we feel. We remember, usually not when we'd like to, and often times, at the worst possible time.
I filled my time with memories- as many good ones as I could pack into my quiet time. I focused on watching the birds at the feeder outside my office window. Did the bare minimum at work. Tried to enjoy time with friends.
Eventually, it passed.
I've found that sometimes talking to them helps, even though they can't hear. Do the things that give you joy and peace, and most of all, forgive yourself for whatever wasn't done, wasn't said, or conversely, was. Let lavender winds ease your pain and remember, we're all here if you need us.
My cat attacked me with a stuffed bloody catnip knife. Drama ensued.
here's a couple quotes from my notebook posts:
My loving cat just threw a stuffed bloody catnip knife at me, with really good aim implying practice. I have been out of bed for twenty five minutes. I am not sure what this bodes for my day. But the next thing I am doing is cleaning the litter boxes.
Update : I told my older cat what the other one did. He started flicking his tail in angry mode, hopped off the bed sniffed the offending knife to confirm my story, and slowly marched into the living room flicking host tail, where I left the offender rolling in catnip and cat yowls were heard. He slowly came back into the bedroom with a tail flicking satisfaction and hopped in my lap purring. King came in a minute later in submissive posture. He gave his weapon on the floor a wide berth and took a look at Mal in my lap for permission before getting a drink.
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