I am very cold right now. I haven't posted for a few days. I think my inspiration is frozen. My fingers certainly are. I posted every day in the aftermath of my bereavement and even when the funeral ceremonies were going on. And once they were over, it was as if I fell asleep for a few days. The schools opened late after the Christmas/new year period. After being opened for a week, they are closed again. Now, in addition to dry cold, we have thick fog. Very dangerous. My husband is just getting over the matter of his father's death. He had quite a difficult time over the last month. Spending time with his father in the hospital. Coping with the work involved in a death. Meeting all his relatives after a long time. Last weekend, he got very tense, and it was obvious he was suffering a lot mentally. In a way, I was glad that he went back to work. I thought that maybe a return to the normal routine was when he needed. Yesterday, he had his Sunday off, and for
An Irishwoman living an East/West Life