tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82519292446509468782012-02-16T05:46:52.837-05:00There are so many things in life that bug me. But sometimes I find good things that help to offset the bugs. Those are bats.Linnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03073643061164161613noreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251929244650946878.post-34085454204116570422011-09-14T14:15:00.001-04:002011-09-14T14:15:34.135-04:00

I’m really missing Dennis a lot today. I don’t know why today is any different from any other day. I miss him every day, but it’s been quite a while since I just sat and cried about it. The things I miss (in no consciously significant order): A confidante Conversation about anything and everything His great cooking Going wine tasting My exterior conscience Getting my toes popped His bizarre

Linnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03073643061164161613noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251929244650946878.post-52648969148932719202011-07-08T18:49:00.012-04:002011-07-08T19:53:33.354-04:00

Throughout my adult life, my weight has waxed and waned. I've done every diet: Atkins, South Beach, Weight Watchers, Phen-Fen, counting calories, counting fat grams, counting carbs.... They all worked with one exception. The problem has always been keeping it off. I'm not sure why this is so difficult for me.Well. I now weigh more than I ever have. I've tried to accept that I'm just destined to

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For the first time I can remember, I am not involved in providing any music for any church for Holy Week or Easter. So I'm thinking I might just stay home and relax.My therapist doesn't like this idea. She wants me to get out and do something.Easter was always a big day for Dennis and me. We would get up early. Dennis would make coffee cake. Then we would adorn ourselves in our finest,

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This year for Lent I decided that instead of giving something up I would take something on.My church uses paper cups for the coffee service and I don't think we should. I believe that it is every person's responsibility to care for our earth and that it is even more important for Christians to care for God's creation. One of the priests in my church frequently talks about ways for the

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How many catalogs do you get in the mail? I'm willing to bet I get more than you do.I'm really tired of catalogs for three reasons.1. The Environment: Just how many trees are killed every year to make the billions of catalogs that companies send out? And how many animals die as a result of their eco-system being destroyed? And how many of these catalogs end up in a landfill by people who are

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In early 2009, I decided that I could no longer live in my house in Manassas for several reasons.Dennis's absence was too profound.I couldn't handle the stairs.A 5-bedroom house was way more than I needed.I couldn't take care of the yard.Utility costs were prohibitive.I found a realtor and went looking for a condo where I could live in a smaller place without stairs, without yard work, and

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In my last post in 2008 I talked about my grieving at the loss of my husband, my losing the symphony gig (the post just mentions losing one song, but I eventually lost the whole position), and my sister-in-law wanting my daughter to have me committed. Yeah, it was a pretty crappy time in my life. I didn't mention that I was having serious migraines on an almost-daily basis and that I was not

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I've been re-reading some of my posts and realize that an awful lot has happened in my life. I'll be writing several posts in the near future to cover all the issues. I hope that you'll read them and catch up with what's been happening in my life, as well as learn something from my life that will help make yours a little bit better.

Linnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03073643061164161613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251929244650946878.post-70235495745210966102008-11-06T22:07:00.003-05:002011-01-29T19:22:38.651-05:00

The good news (depending on your point of view, I guess) is that I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. I just kind of forgot that I had this blog.The bad news is that life really sucks right now.On August 22nd, the one-and-only perfect husband passed away, and things have just kind of gone downhill from there.I got a (non-paying) orchestra gig. I missed the first several rehearsals of the

Linnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03073643061164161613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251929244650946878.post-91614843902679094142008-06-04T19:01:00.003-04:002011-01-29T19:22:45.420-05:00

I haven't posted in a while. As you can see, I failed to follow through on my lenten journal.A lot has happened recently. Most notably, my father passed away on April 30th.I went to Minneapolis to help my siblings sort through all of his "stuff". I acquired several items: 3 alphorns, a french horn, a hunting horn, a digeridoo, and a shofar; his car, a Subaru Outback LL Bean edition; lots of

Linnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03073643061164161613noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251929244650946878.post-80342221847215393252008-02-09T20:26:00.000-05:002011-01-29T19:23:00.402-05:00

I said that I was not going to post any of the text of the book I’m using for the guide to this journal. I’m going to have to make an exception to that. Today’s journal entry is in direct response to the “Journal Reflections” section of today’s text, so I’ll be posting that section, interspersed with my responses.“Reflect on the work you do. Is it satisfying and meaningful? Is it work that

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I must confess that mornings are not my favorite time of day. Sometimes I wake up somewhere between 4:30 and 6:30, but always go back to sleep. Then I wake up somewhere between 7:30 and 9:00. At that point I usually pick up my book and read for a while. That’s when the cats realize I’m awake and come up for morning snuggles. Sometimes the warmth and softness of their little bodies puts me

Linnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03073643061164161613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251929244650946878.post-48228707656303015222008-02-07T21:58:00.000-05:002011-01-29T19:23:00.403-05:00

Whew!!!First of all, a comment on yesterday’s journal entry. I’ve just today begun to read “The Dream of God” by Verna Dozier. In the first chapter she talks about how “God calls a people to be the new thing in the word – the people of God. The new dispensation, the ‘people of the Way,’ as the first Christians were called, has missed its high calling even as did the first dispensation, the people

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So Jesus commands us to love one another as he has loved us. I think that’s asking an awful lot from a bunch of sinners. I’d like to be able to show that kind of love, but I just don’t think it’s in me. I’m just not a loving person. Yeah, I guess if I really worked at it I could become more loving, but if God really wanted me to be such a loving person, why did he create me with such anger,

Linnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03073643061164161613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251929244650946878.post-46345311887787270442008-02-05T20:01:00.000-05:002011-01-29T19:23:14.409-05:00

I've been absent for a while. I hope you don't feel neglected.So now it's Shrove Tuesday. I suppose some of you might be in New Orleans for Mardi Gras, while others might be close to home having a pancake supper with friends or church family. I did neither.However, tomorrow, Ash Wednesday, I'll go to church twice - once at noon and again at 7 pm. Sorry, but I'm skipping the 7 am eucharist

Linnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03073643061164161613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251929244650946878.post-38579804749863249982008-01-01T17:00:00.000-05:002008-01-01T17:22:56.492-05:00

I love to read. I have certain authors and genres that I particularly like, but sometimes I like to explore new writers.***********************I read an incredibly heart-wrenching book last month. It's called "We Need to Talk About Kevin" by Lionel Shriver. The synopsis on the back cover is as follows.Eva never really wanted to be a monther - and certainly not the mother of the unlovable boy

Linnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03073643061164161613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251929244650946878.post-72455543761921163812007-12-25T20:16:00.000-05:002007-12-25T20:36:51.390-05:00

I played at St. Raphael's Catholic Church in Rockville, MD, for Christmas Eve masses (4:00, 6:00, and midnight) last night. Rehearsal started at 2:45. I was giving a ride to the oboist, so I left home at 1:15 to pick her up at 1:45 in Woodbridge. Midnight mass was over at 1:30 this morning. It was a long night.Dennis and I left the church at 1:30 and headed for Sandy's (his sister) to spend

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I've been depressed my entire life. My mother used to say I "came out crying and never quit."I wasn't diagnosed until I was in my 20s in the military, and wasn't well-medicated until I was in my 30s.I've spent my life being unhappy about something or other, and sometimes unhappy about everything. Medication helps smooth things out for me and keeps me from going off the deep end, but I'm still

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