annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary
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Ginger
We made it through, all of us, so hard. But Son was lovely, Daughter was kind and I kept right out of it. The rain pissed down, endlessly despite all out weather apps saying no rain at all. I feel somehow we lost Sammie in it all, but maybe we found each other and she enabled that. We made this in the woods:
Under Daughter's instructions, as always. She's good at this and as I've said before, it's a good feeling to have a task, to wander off alone in the woods in search of white stones, ivy leaves or whatever, to make something for our Sammie.
Later, on Facebook memories, after all the sad ones, came the pics from Shambala festival, including 2015 when we accepted the invitation to drag up. I was grateful for the opportunity to laugh, or smile at least, at the memory of how much I enjoyed my afternoon as Jinja Vitis. I was wearing a plunging necked, horrid, shiny leopard print dress, above the knee with torn black tights and nasty low heeled sling back shoes. As soon as I caught a glimpse of myself I fell right into character. Good times.
12:36 a.m. - 03.09.23
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