Rainy Sunday

I think that maybe this will be a good way to get back into writing. It's Sunday, it's damp and rainy and I'm sitting here with nothing much to do. Ever since my ex moved out, for some reason I've had writer's block. For the past several weeks I've been struggling to find myself. I had lived with Joe for the last sixteen years of my life and life had become pretty routine. Now it's all but that!

Now don't get me wrong, I like my new life. Having full responsibility for all the choices I make from here on is an exciting prospect. I just haven't found a groove yet. I've been meeting lots of new people, though I haven't found any lifers yet, friends or otherwise, but I'm working on it. I must say it's nice to get some attention for a change...I haven't gotten any for a long, long time and I my self-esteem had ebbed. With my newfound singledom, my confidence is growing stronger and stronger everyday. Anyway, enough with the sappy life/love bs.

Last Tuesday, my Aunt Vi turned 100 years old. We had a party for her last Sunday and I uploaded a couple of pictures on my web page. Take a look at them if you'd like. I figure I'd start showing more and more of who I am...what makes me, me. Aunt Vi has certainly been a stalwart in my life. She moved out to Long Island about 30 years ago to take care of me and my five siblings while my mom worked. Cooking dinners, playing games, telling stories and being a part of everyday life is what she became. Now she's beyond her youthful exhuberance and is somewhat of a shell of the Aunt Vi we all know and love. But she's still healthy and amazingly still lives alone. So happy birthday Aunt Vi, and here's to another 100 years!