2) This has got to be a super-depressing blog to read. I know I wouldn't want to read it if I were still happily married and trying to make a place for myself in the catholic wife-and-mom blogosphere. But I can't seem to find a way over to the "widow" blogs without losing what I was looking for in the "Catholic" blogs and child raising blogs, so I don't really know where to go. Looking for a widowed catholic mom with kids still at home blogosphere seems a bit too......limited I guess. There is no such thing apparently anyhow. So for now I have no idea where I fit in.
3) SO let's change the subject.......Amtrak Trains! How many have ever ridden one any distance, like, overnight somewhere or further? When I was little, we took the train from Union Pacific Station in Los Angeles across from Olvera Street to Beaumont, Texas to visit my aunt Bessie. She was really my great aunt and was like a grandma to me, and I loved that cool as all get out train ride. I always read every word of the brochures, and we got a bedroom and there was a neat blue nightlight above my bunk, and the rails would sing you to sleep. And the next day as we went through El Paso, we went past a big mountain that looked like an Indian chief lying down--Cochise, I think it was called. Union station itself was a beautiful landmark of art deco design that really made you feel like you were getting ready to go somewhere BIG! And the train in those days (60's and 70's) had not only a dining room but also an "automat" car where everything was dispensed from vending machines (corned beef hash, I remember particularly) and they had all kinds of neat stuff.
|Amtrak Automat car|
|Bedroom on train|
|Interior of lobby of Union Station--you KNOW you are going somewhere major when you enter here!|
5) Russian Nesting Dolls--how can you not love them? My faves are the ones that have jillions of tinier and tinier ones inside til they are so tiny you can hardly believe it. My middle son got me a lovely owl one for my birthday this year.
6) I can't read anymore. So many books and my brain doesn't work any more to read them. It's just.....broken somehow. I can't think anymore. My husband took my brain as well as my heart when he went. I really should donate them to the church library.
7) Which reminds me.....I need to go try and find two books I am missing from there. I got a call today about it. Oh, the guilt.