A friend wants to know.
I don't know. I try posting FB concerning Ukraine, the trouble of the TLM. I post there trying to make sense of everything and it is very difficult to do that - to understand. (I also probably disgust people with my opinion.)
I'm quite alone and live very simply, albeit avoiding the responsibilities of disposing of the estate. I'm very sad and I wouldn't have it any other way. The sadness is not self indulgent, but a gift of compunction and charity, I hope.
I also just feel I have nothing else to give.
LOL! I will probably do a flurry of posts now. Or maybe not.
I'm recovering from a fall - I cracked a couple of ribs. I was weeding and fell onto a bench I was using. I'm healing quickly, I think.
My little brother is coming to visit at the end of August. I haven't seen him for close to forty years. He lives in Germany. I am looking forward to it, but slightly apprehensive as well. He will be staying with my sister. We've all been emailing one another, so it isn't as if we aren't acquainted. I've been such a stranger to them all my life.
So there. I'm posting. ;)
I have wondered where you went Terry. Some of my comments never get posted. So I wonder if they just get lost or if you do not like them. Facebook is poison. I closed my account, but daily get warnings someone is trying to access it. Makes me wonder if it is ever closed? I am sorry you no longer post here. It is a loss for those who look for you here. Sorry for your injury. I fear falling every day. Repair your sibling relationships while you can. Every day is a gift that may not be given tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteAh! Sorry my friend - I no longer get notification when someone comments, so I miss them.. I also forget to check the que. I'll try to do better - I value your thoughts and friendship. As for falls, I tripped on a nail in my back steps and almost tumbled - I caught myself. I have to get busy with some simple maintenance. You take care too!
DeleteYeah, that’s what I thought Terry. This new format publishes some then seems to send others to purgatory. No problem. I sometimes think I write too much anyway. The truth is I have learned a lot from your posts. I love your art and comments about art. I know I could find you on Facebook, but I refuse to go back to that cesspool. I was happy to leave. I canceled years ago. I have checked and I do not exist there but someone wants me to believe I do. Probably a scam of some sort. It feels like an evil ghost tormenting me. Glad you are ok. We need you in this crazy world. I will remember you in my nightly rosary. Sometimes I just hold it and think about all I care for in this world. You, my friend, are one of those!
ReplyDeleteThat means the world to me. I so wish we leved next door to one another. I sometimes pray my rosary the same way - I wonder if it is not the Holy Spirit who suspends our prayer, interceding as only he knows how? The older I get, the more simple the prayer. United with you in prayer. Thank you.
DeleteYes, we would have great talks. In my youth I did live around the block from you. Nicollet and 25th St. in a studio with a Murphy bed. I loved Minneapolis. My wife and I had many overnight visitors there. We were scared off by the winter horror stories. Hard to do from live long Buffalonians!
ReplyDeleteI remember you telling me that.
DeleteMy dear Terry - your comments *do not* disgust me at all. I always love to hear from you, and I trust you as a brother in the Faith, just as I do Mr. H.
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry to hear about your ribs. I understand cracked ribs are very painful. I am glad you said something - I will pray for your recovery and relief from the pain when I go to Mass until things get better for you. Quick story - my husband's grandparents had a farm in rural Ohio, which Grandpa Cletus purchased on his return from WWI and worked until he had a debilitating stroke 50+ years later. This was during the pre-mechanized days of farming. Cletus routinely was kicked by the cows when he milked them twice daily. It cost $5 to be treated by the doctor for this, so he started simply wearing his wife's corset until he healed. Sounds funny now, but it must have been terribly painful, and you do what you have to do when there are hungry children to support, especially during the lean days of the 1920s and 1930s.
I hope all goes well with your family reunion. I, too, am estranged from my immediate family. It hurts and I know it is not ideal, but it makes for a more peaceful life in my case. Maybe time and maturity will bring you all peace - I certainly hope so!
I know what you mean about living with sadness. When you are grieving and isolated from others, I think it gives you time to accustom yourself to life without someone you love. I hope that does not sound dismissive of your pain and loss, because I would not want to do that to you. I express myself badly sometimes.
I hope things become easier for you very soon. I know you and your posters will never meet, but we still care about you and want you to be safe. You feel like a friend to me, and I am sure you do to the rest of us as well. God bless and protect you and all here!
Thank you Susan - that's very encouraging - you feel very much like a friend to me as well. I'm recovering quickly - bruising fading and the pain is very minor now - I'm surprised. Thanks for your prayers.
DeleteI never see your posts on Facebook . . . . .
ReplyDeleteI wonder why - I see yours. You see the blog - so that is good. Good to see your photo here. ;)
DeleteThank you!
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