Feeling Some Type of Way

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Nicole and I are on our way to see Fleetwood Mac in this photo, taken in 2015.

At 3:33 pm, on the third day of October, it is 82 degrees where I live in Michigan. The house is cool inside, too cool, so I’ve opened a window for balance–just one. The sun is a golden god today, and the trees are waving happy branches in the breeze–lots of them have managed to hold onto their spring green color. From where I’m sat at my desk in the living room, looking into the backyard, I might easily be fooled into thinking it was June.

I am peaceful this afternoon, listening to the clacking of keys as my fingers deliver my thoughts. Melvin is asleep in the window just inches away from me, and he keeps making these fat kitty errrmm sounds that melt my heart. I want to pick him up and rock him like the baby he is, but the poor guy hasn’t been feeling well, so it’s best I let him be; the sweet thing, I wonder what he dreams about, all curled up and cozy.

I’m going to prepare a chicken stew with dumplings tonight for dinner. I feel good enough to cook, so I want something special. I only wish Nicole still lived at home so I could feed her, too. Oh, my girl. I miss the smell of her shampoo permeating after her nightly shower. I miss going to bed at night, and seeing the soft light of her bedroom reaching just beyond the edge of the closed door. I miss waking up to the sound of her tea kettle. She and Isaiah have just moved into their first house, about ten miles out of the village. I still see Nicole several times a week, and we text, or speak on the phone every day.

I am peaceful this afternoon, but I really feel like I need a hug.

 

 

 

 

 

29 Comments

  1. We’re dealing with similar things, you and I. ❤ I’ve always felt this affinity with you.
    I saw Ash onto the train tonight and then I felt so lost that I went and watched for the train from a bridge. Stupid really, as it was a dark and lonely place… but I’ll never tell her how it hurt to say goodbye this time, because she’s so happy. ❤

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    1. I know it was tough putting Ash on the train. And I know how proud you are of her. Of all your kids. I’ve always felt this affinity with you, too. I think you understand me better than anyone. ❤

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    1. Hello, Conor! I’m sorry for the late reply. For some reason your comment landed in my spam. I am happy to check out your writing. Thank you so much for reading me, and taking the time to comment. Cheers!

      Kindra

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