Dear loved ones,
Hello from sunny and cool Toronto. Today is a beautiful day and I just got back from a walk to the park with Gibson and I was listening to my Spotify playlist as I danced/walked down the street. Sometimes I walk like I am a runway model and it makes me very happy to walk this way. Of course, I have never been a runway model as I was considered too short at 5’5”. I think I had all the other necessary attributes but it doesn’t really matter. That is a whole world away now.
Today I took a few selfies in the bathroom. Sorry. The bathroom mirror seems to be the best location with enough light and there is the right amount of privacy since the door can be locked. I added one of these pictures to my about page. If you are interested in what I look like as of today (Dec. 2, 2020) go and have a look. I am aging for sure because no one can stop the hands of time from molding our features to suit the numbers. Oh well.
Toronto is in the second wave of lock down (or shut down), and all restaurants and bars, hair and nail salons, barber shops, gyms and fitness places, tanning spots, clothing shops, everything is closed except for drug stores, grocery stores and other essential places, like bakeries. We have a bakery on one side of our apartment building and a market on the other side, as well as a coffee shop/market, drug store, two dry cleaners, a veterinary clinic and a few other essential businesses. Our street has never been busier. The parking spots are at a premium and I have gotten quite a few tickets for parking on the street longer than the allotted hour. I do have my own parking spot behind our building but I still hate parking there in such a tight space. It stresses me out.
My daughter is laid off her job again, and my grandson is doing online learning for school, but I am still considered an essential person at my place of employment but no one is calling us heroes anymore. The gloss has worn thin.
As you can see today, I am just talking and rambling on about nothing important. I wanted to bear my soul and tell you how I have really been feeling but I will leave it go. Maybe a poem will write itself in my sleep or some erotica will appear on this page as if by magic. I hope you like the painting at the beginning. It is an older one as I have not painted anything new. Neither have I tried to draw what or who I see behind my closed eyelids.
Does anyone know if it is possible to break a twin flame contract? I have surrendered to the thought that I am all good on my own, and I am, but the tears flow almost every night and the loss is still so painful.
Am I mad?
What am I supposed to learn from this?
These are rhetorical questions, obviously, but you may answer them if you care to. Smiley face.
Thank you for being here with me on this page all 500 of you. Yes, I just looked and I have 506 loved ones who follow this blog. I am so excited by this and I thank you sincerely and I love you. Hugs & Kisses, Summerhill Lane xoxo
*the portrait at the beginning is of a friend of mine. I sent him a canvas print of this painting and he received it today in the mail. He was very happy to have it and I was very happy to give it.