I just woke up Snuggles, the sleeping cat, because I need to relocate her to her safe spot on the top floor of the house before picking Blue up from boarding in 10 minutes and counting. It’s been fun having her on the main floor with us again since our return yesterday. If only the fuzzballs could get along… Since they can’t, my cat relocation program will somewhat reduce the commotion once Blue walks in the door. Then we’ll all be home. =^.^=
The melancholy river bears us on. When the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, I see your face, I hear your voice and the bird singing as we pass the osier bed. What are you whispering? Sorrow, sorrow. Joy, joy. Woven together, like reeds in moonlight.
Sighing melancholy sighs at reading this brief quote with many of my favorite things: a river, a weeping willow, joy and moonlight. Oh, sorrow. Yes. Woven amidst the rest, I know you too, but joy ultimately wins. ~Janean
looking back because that’s what we do there are times we could have zagged instead of zigged visa versa too we can’t go back there are no do overs I’m just glad I’ve spent these years with you
looking forward we have more questions than answers and when we get them we may wish we didn’t know so let’s zig more and zag less and remember to laugh and love and live for as long as we have left together could be you’re stuck with me for many years yet so I can baffle and perplex you with more poems about zigging and zagging