I seem to have lost my voice. Not literally but figuratively. I'm still struggling to get on top of my sadness and I'm not sure which is better for a blog - to give voice to the sadness or shut up until it passes. Eyeore is really only tolerable in the cartoon.
And I don't know what to talk about besides that which currently consumes me. Maybe 'consumes' isn't the word...life is going on. The Boy and The Girl are doing fine. School is going well - we're on track to be done early with everything except History and Science and those will be done on time. The midwest is still here and still in one piece, mostly. Though it is now spring and I have a feeling it's going to 'sprung' here right quick. Our emergency shelter/area is in the process of being stocked - 72-hour bags, first aid kits, water, food, flashlights, etc. are all being readied. My hope is that we will not need them.
Now that the weather is more tolerable, we're venturing out more. Off to the Big City this past weekend to meet up with some friends and romp a bit. The garden is getting it's head start indoors, just waiting for the danger of frost to pass. Our caterpillars have made the transition into butterflies...well, all except one who seems to be the 'late bloomer', as it were. If the rain would let up, we could release them.
Seems the car and the appliances have taken note of my broken heart and decided to follow suit. Apparently, it's contagious if you're an inanimate object. Working on the dryer. Not on the car - that's MacGyver's area of expertise so I'm leaving it to him. I'll take fuel pump for $300, Alex. We'll see if I'm right.
So I'm still here. Struggling to keep my head above water and not let my sadness overwhelm me. The shock has worn off and I keep waiting for the anger to set in. I can handle the anger. It's the sadness that leaves me spinning. I have nowhere to go with it.