Kirsten just checked in about the ladybugs around the house. It's a springtime New England thing, I think? It's happened in the houses I've lived in here - Halifax, Dummerston. Now at Carolyn's. She said they're following me. Don't I wish! Once I got 35 painted stone ladybugs for my birthday. I miss I miss. sigh
But it is an absolutely GORGEOUS day, and I'm on a roll. Grief (loss) is simply becoming a permanent part of my embodied existence. And - I have not become bitter. That is an achievement.
Your last comment here about bitterness reminds me of something Stephen said the other day when somebody asked him about his preferences about something:
"I don't care - it's all a rich tapestry."
Hmm. Reminds me of what Kirsten and I were just discussing about Briankle's take on communication - that departures and misunderstandings are just as important/instructive/informative as arrivals and mutual understandings.