I saw this sad little vase of flowers on my sad lonely walk the other morning, and it felt right to me. I feel flat and sad without Mulder. It’s been two weeks now since he died. I know that we did the right thing, but gosh, it still hurts. It is, however, getting a little less painful, a little easier. I no longer expect to see him when I come downstairs. I no longer think he will come put his chin on my knee and beg for dinner every day at 4:30, knowing that dinnertime isn’t for another 1/2 hour, but hopi
We have kind neighbors/friends/family. The plant on the left was sent by my cousin, the one I went to France with last year. The flowers in vases are by neighbors. Another neighbor baked us a cake (they are from Poland, and the cake is a sort of walnut torte, not terribly sweet, very tasty). Another gave us a marker for our yard that is very nice. Wednesday the vet’s office called to say that his ashes were there. I went and picked them up. The urn (is it still an urn if it is a wooden box?) is very nice. I
Wow, my blog is sure a downer these days, isn’t it? In happier news, we are starting some planning for a vacation this summer. We are going to go to Alaska to see my brother, Richard, and his wife Kathy. I haven’t seen Richard since they came down for Maya’s graduation from UC Berkeley in 2018, and I haven’t seen Kathy since she was down in CA visiting her mom in 2019. Maya has been to Alaska before, but she was only 3 and doesn’t remember it. Ted hasn’t been. We’re planning on Flying to Fairbanks, which is
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