Usually Mr. Nice guy is a ball of energy, and as optimistic as a dog sitting expectantly at the cookie jar, but today I must admit to being a bit on the blue end of the spectrum. So nice of Portland to mirror my mood by cooking up a gloomy-gus-of-a-day, with stormy skies and constant drizzle.
I've been in this town for exactly one year now, and although I've made some great friends and love it here, it doesn't quite feel like home yet. And then I realized that it's also just a year since my father died unexpectedly. No wonder the blue funk is sitting on my head!
I'll get up and out, and this will pass, but meanwhile, if you're willing, it would be so nice to hear a few words from anyone passing by my little cyber-neighborhood. Leaving a little comment would really go a long way towards cheering me up.
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This town can be tough on the disposition, especially in weather like this. I am sorry for your loss. Keep you pecker up!
ReplyDeleteYou hang tough, Honey. Better days are coming, I feel certain.
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Remember, things always change and most often for the better!
ReplyDeleteThanks Stephen, Scott and Mr. Mysterious! I am up off the fainting couch, and back to twirling my baton.
ReplyDeleteKnowing I have supportive friends like you really helped. Thanks for taking the time to lend me your virtual shoulder to cry on (waaaa!) and chivalrously offering up your cyber hankies.
I know what you mean. My Portland experience has been less than spectacular. I don't know why I'm here.
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