And then it was three

years of missing him.  

I do miss him quite a lot.  Not feeling very profound about it all.  

Just missing him.

Lobster, Butter, Big Grin

Colonel Mustard used a FOREIGN object & a Rope in the Ballroom

It feels like a stretch for FOREIGN to describe Britain, but I'm going for it.

For the prompt FOREIGN I'm using the 1st book from the Casual Christie Club: (which cover do you prefer? There are dozens more, if these don't suit you!)

   
      
 

Regardez!  La version française - maintenant, c'est plus éstranger!

March Mystery Madness challenge #5 The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Dame Agatha Christie (#Iamnotworthy).

This is the first of her books & we meet M.Poirot.  Club lead by my booktube crush, The Big-Haired Bookwork.  

This is a reread but it's been decades.  
(And is there a more yucky color than mustard?  I don't think so...)

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Mr Green hid the Lead Pipe on the SHELF in the Lbrary

I know that there are full TBR lists out there for the #MarchMysteryMadness.

I'm not that organized.

But it is March 1st & I am starting today, so that's not bad!

The prompt is SHELF.

SO

• I went to Goodreads, 
• pulled up my shelf titled "To Be Read - on the Stacks" (meaning I own the book in some format), 
• sorted by "date added" (oldest first), and 
• selected the first mystery on that particular "shelf"

First up for March Mystery Madness is Fine Spirits by Alice Duncan.
It's been on my shelf since November 26, 2013.  Yeah.  2013.  I dunno why.  I really enjoyed the first book in this series.  When it comes to books I'm sorta like a kid with lots of toys.  I forget how excited I was about one as soon as another shiny book comes my way.

But today is the day. 

So what are YOU reading??

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still counting

I guess it's all about scale.  What was counted in days is now, by the attrition of time, counted in years.

I wrote about the count First Here  &  Then Here.

But yesterday wasn't 730.  It just became 2.

We've had 2 Christmases.
2 Father's Days.
2 birthdays.
2 Easters
2 Lobster Fests.  
I can't say I've handled all those 2s very well. 



Harder to rally for the holidays without Dad here to focus our energies.  
I haven't gone to Red Lobster again because, well, why would I?  
Not even one trip to the produce stand for fresh berries & golden cherry tomatoes.

After mom passed away, I carried her spirit bundle for one year.  I felt her so present during that time.  I didn't feel a need to carry a bundle for dad.  Mom was lost.  Dad was so solidly present and ready to go.  He didn't need my support while he found his way.

I didn't really think about me needing his support.

In most ways, I'm so like my mom.  Verbal, witty, crafty, plagued by depression & anxiety, way over involved at the church...

But I'm so aware right now of my dad's influence.  Singing.  Nature.  Noticing rocks.  Loving wood.  An odd connection (ok - obsession) with knives & blades.  Quiet, fierce devotion to family.  We both like rare meat, stinky cheese, & black licorice (not served together though).

I like to think I got strength from both of them.

Got.  I wish it was "still get".   But I really don't feel them close.  I used to, with mom.  Not with dad.  There is just an ache.  An emptiness.  They just keep not being here.

In a month, mom's number will be at 10. oops.  11.

Numbers are usually comforting to me.  These just seem random & meaningless.  

2 & 10.  11

Infinity & zero.

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