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Happy 1st Anniversary, The Middle Ages! It has been an amazing journey filled with new friends and old, and fraught with venting, kudos and wonderings. And we have loved every single minute of it.
Which is why we are sad to say that we have to hang it up. We’re not saying forever. In fact, we NEVER SAY NEVER. But with personal and professional commitments, we are finding ourselves overwhelmed and we both know that is the last thing any of you dear and darling followers would want from us.
So what we have done for our last (for now) blog-post is to compile a little story, each of us taking one sentence from our random archival blogs, trying to give them a flow. Each sentence contains a link, so any sentence you click on will take you to that old blog-post chestnut. We hope you enjoy it.
And please know that at this point the only words we can manage are:
April Fools Day!
As if we would ever leave!!!! Who the heck would we prattle on to?
The part about today’s post is true however. But it is in honour of our 1st anniversary, not our departure. So enjoy. You are stuck with us.
Love, Deb and Barbara
I keep telling myself that there is nothing wrong with me just because I engage in verbal solitary intercourse, is there?
Human beings at their best kill me. Their capacity for compassion and empathy is bigger than air. And when we are lucky enough to witness it or be a part of it, we are filled to bursting.
After all, it’s like that scientist said: there is greater diversity in the DNA of a handful of snails than there is in the entire human race!
Wasn’t that the most stirring storm? Nothing scary (unless you’re a dog), just lovely cracking and pouring, indeed! You see, we just shared that storm together—beauty.
So please, pray for him or think of him because he is our boy. Our boy’s first boy. He sleeps in our bed. He is our family and we are losing him.
On our wedding day, I wonder how many of us really take it in when the phrase “for better or worse” is uttered?
Barbara: Happy Birthday, Baby!
Have you ever lost something that was really precious to you––and you can’t figure out how the hell you lost it?
I have still not gotten over that utterly disorienting feeling of confusion I experienced on looking and looking and LOOKING at her and not understanding what the hell I was seeing.
It took me to hit rock-bottom before I realized I had left myself without that precious life-preserver: a true girlfriend.
I’m getting much better at choosing to embrace who I am over worrying about what other people think.
Sure, they should understand that people might indeed judge them, but they shouldn't live their lives making choices out of fear.
My older self would say that any good friends will do … as long as no one brings expectations or judgment or recrimination. They will fit together—maybe not perfectly or seamlessly, but willingly––because they need it as much as you.
And I will share my knowledge with you. It’s not too tough. It goes like this. “Thank you”.