Wake me when september ends

So many feels today. We’re embarking on what would have been mom’s 80th birthday on September 27th. I’m taking a personal day so I can just be with my thoughts and memories and mourning. I may see dad, or I may just spend it on my own. We’ll see.

Mom visited me last night in a dream. I woke up feeling very content. It was nice to see her.

We’re all doing a walk to support ovarian cancer research this weekend. It’s called Team Helaine, in memory of mom.

So many thoughts in my head. I’m in the midst of moving my home office into our sunroom, which has wonderful windows and natural light, which will help me with my seasonal affective disorder, which should kick in soon. Honestly, it is nicer than any office I could have in a regular office building. Bright yellow walls, white furniture, private bathroom. Why would I ever want to “return to work” as they say? My team will remain remote indefinitely, and that’s a wonderful perk of the job.

Ted and I went to Brimfield Antique Show/Flea Market, which honestly was a lot more crap than treasures. If you wanted a dirty action figure or old soup spoon, then it is the perfect place for you! But we got in our 10k steps and most importantly, spent the day together, so that’s all what really matters.

I’ve been toying with re-starting my YouTube Channel called Joanna After 40. Not sure yet, but I’ve been having fun wandering around Savers and other thrift stores, so we’ll see where it may lead. Ted and I also signed up for ball room dance class on Mondays, and I am taking knitting on Tuesdays, so that should hopefully keep my mind occupied.

That’s all for now. I’ll try to catch up on my blogging. Thanks for sticking with me.


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