Fifteen years ago today we brought Woody home and into our family.  Yesterday we put Woody to sleep.  He lived a good life.  Today we brought him home for the last time.  Frank, my husband, took him to All Pets Cremation Center in Winchester yesterday. I went with him today to bring Woody home.  The staff were wonderful.  Great compassion.  I felt that they genuinely cared about Woody.  Woody will be missed.  RIP sweet boy.

PS - Trouble publishing.  May not post today.

Huh.  Just saw this draft.  Will it still publish? (from 2016!)

My Life's Story - Just a start (hopefully not a false start)

My, how time passes!  I haven't posted for quite a while but that does NOT mean that I haven't been doing anything.  Perhaps that's my problem - too busy with other stuff. 

My posts are primarily for me.  I need a place to record my thoughts.  My past.  My life history.  My daughter spent a lot of years without me in her Life.  I'll go into the details about that as I write down my history.  There are no bells and whistles here.  Most folks will find this boring and not bother to return.  That's okay.  As long as I can record what I need to say to my daughter, I'll be happy.

I've started to write, several times, on my laptop in a Word document.  I struggle with HOW to start.  How to organize.  Do I write events and memories chronologically?  Or by category?  Or a combination of both?  I think it will be a combination.  For instance, my early years.  My fractured school life.  Giving birth to my daughter, and other major events in my Life. 

I can see that I haven't had any comments on "recent" posts, and that's all right.  Again, this is for me, and my daughter.  If I continue to have "false starts" in a Word doc, I'm afraid they will never see the light of day.  Also, I cannot continue to agonize over what I should, and shouldn't write.  I just need to unleash and let go of my thoughts.  No walls. I've held back too long.  It's time to break down those walls, or at least open the windows and let the light shine in, or OUT.  

Hmmm.  This is rather cathartic.  It feels good.  I'm on my way.  Let's hope it's not another 2 years before I write again.  However, from past experience, I know I'll get distracted and forget to write.  No matter.  I've taken the first step.  

My "working title" for My Story is Memoirs of an Amateur.  I read Oscar Levant's autobiography, Memoirs of an Amnesiac, decades ago.  That title has stuck with me all these years.  

Again, NO bells.  NO whistles.  Additionally, NO ADS!  (No one would pay me for this!)

Later!