I have been struggling with my Dad’s death, even more so than my mom’s less than two years ago. It’s different when you are slowly greaving while the person is still alive, wishing for a smooth transition for her. But with Dad, I had talked to him a few days before, we had made lunch plans. He seemed okay. I know he lived a wonderful life, and his body was done, it was just more sudden than I had expected I suppose.

And now dealing with the aftermath of endless paperwork, lawyers, realtors, and cleaning people. Trying to work full time, being 9 hours away. It’s a hopeless, anxious feeling.

It doesn’t help that winter here has been so bitter cold and I’m feeling cabin fever.

I’ve shuffled through so many hobbies or artistic endeavors over the last few years. My minimalist nature hates the thought of adding things to my space. I think I’m going to start selling things…… I’ll call my store the “indecisive artists”. s so the boys can join if they want to.

So far I have cross-stitch, tea blends, herbs from the garden, jams, Bottle lamps, candles, leather works….

Cross-stitch had been my favorite way to binge-watch TV series, (have you seen 1883!?!) but lately my vision made it hard, so I broke down and bought dollar store readers. Hopefully that helps.

I’m adding a few quotes below I want to work through this winter till I can start sowing seeds and garden planning. I cannot wait.

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I'm trying to live the most meaningful and intentional life possible. Minimalist, Vegetarian, Fierce protector of a full night sleep, Mother, Wife, Daughter -caretaker, Sister, Friend, Nurse. Sharing day to day life with family and friends. A quest to minimize effects of Alzheimer's Disease. View all posts by KaGardn1