For many years we lived in Toad Hall, an old American Gothic Foursquare house named for the mansion in Wind in the Willows although ours wasn’t really a mansion, the kids just thought it was. Now we live in a different home – one more suited to aging with dignity – yes, well, we can hope – The House Between. “Between” because we are living that stage of life between now and what is to come. Sound a little macabre? It’s not. We needed move to a space with main floor accessibility for older people who may not always be able to climb stairs to sleep and eliminate. We love this home in a quiet neighborhood with offices overooking the wooded ravine behind where we feed birds and watch coyotes play leap frog. We love knowing, too, that this is not our final place – there is more healing and goodness in the next life. I’ve kept the name of my blog toadsdrinkcoffee because I don’t know how to migrate to a new one. The name is now even more obscure, but it had to do with living in Toad Hall and my addiction to coffee. However, I did migrate my old publication – Notes From Toad Hall – to the new one Letters from the House Between.
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And I am married to this remarkable woman.
That does make me feel better. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks for the laugh!
ha! can we share embarrassing stories here to make you feel better?
once, while working at a coffee shop on a particularly horrible day i snapped at a customer who thought he knew me. i couldn't understand a word he was saying, thought he was just being rude with me and lost it. he then pulls out a laminated card that says, "please be patient with me, i'm a throat cancer survivor." true story.
most humbling day of my life.
kate, ahhhh. That makes me feel a lot better.
Funny, this exact thing has been a recurring fear of mine. Whenever I come out of the bathroom, I almost always check for this. A little paranoid, maybe?
here's a toast to paranoia, ocd, and all other underrated mental illnesses.
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