It’s been kind of a rough week around here — six months last week since Patrick died. I thought I was past the worst of the weeping, but it’s been a little soggy here these past few days, and I’ve had a slight relapse on the daytime-tv-on-the-couch-with-dogs front. So tonight, a roasted chicken (I get more hits for the blog entry titled “Roasting a Chicken” than I do for anything else), some kale, and basmati rice. A glass of red wine, and a decent dinner and one of my many Netflix movies … it’s okay. I’m getting through this and it’s getting less awful all the time, but it still sucks. But at least there’s a good dinner.
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I'm a writer and editor based in Livingston, Montana. I moved to Livingston from the San Francisco Bay area in 2002 in search of affordable housing and a small community with a vibrant arts community. I found both. LivingSmall details my experience buying and renovating a house, building a garden, becoming a part of this community. It also chronicles my efforts to rebuild my life after the sudden death of my younger brother, and closest companion, Patrick in a car wreck.
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Just keep taking good care of yourself, I’m thinking of you.
I hope you are feeling better soon. Grief tends to come in waves. Wallow all you want, you’ll surface when you are ready. Also, large quantities of chocolate work for me.
My thoughts are with you, Charlotte. Keep working in the kitchen and (wether permitting) the garden.