A cloudy day

As a result of permanently changing my email (see previous post), I downloaded some messages that I'd put into a save folder.  Some were from those of you who comment regularly, and some from Amy Schultz, who many of you remember from her blog concerning the illness and death of her mother.  What a writer.  She inspired not only me on a daily basis.  And, of course, some of the savers were from Patricia (who will have been in Heaven 3 months come Saturday), but that should go without saying.
                           
In my present mood, I needed to read things that filled my spirit.  It's one of those dark days (not only mentally, but in real-life as well).  A cozy, cloudy day outside the house, but afraid that's the way of my head too.  When these days rear their heads, I tell Gary I'm having a Bad Mental Health Day.  He gets me and is sweet to show concern.  Unfortunately it's hard to shake, and for anyone who's not familiar with depression, it can be hard to understand.  The urge to tell a person to get over it is likely the phrase that comes to some folk's minds.  For anyone who feels that way, I say please refrain yourself.  It's not like I can blow my nose and make it go away.  But I don't think any of you would do that...just mentioning it for anyone who drops in here off the street.

Anyway, reading their/your words has held me up a bit this afternoon, and I thank you for that.  Just having companions walking along the way makes such a huge difference.  It's probably helpful, though, if we're not ALL depressed!

Now, for the rest of the day----have my friend Tina's delicious marinara sauce simmering, bought a tiny cactus at the drugstore which I'll re-pot into a favorite teacup that I broke the handle off of yesterday, and will figure out where to plant the two sizable lemon balm plants a neighbor gave me the other day...need to take off some leaves and make me some tea as well.  Figure I could use it.

Hope your day is happy.  Take care.

(photo of violet commiserating with me)