Hi, I'm Elle. I'm based in Auckland, New Zealand. I'm the mother of two young adults, the wife of an entrepreneurial gamer and the Queen of Unfinished Projects. This blog will contain poems, short stories, possibly photos and book reviews if you're lucky, and my thoughts on a variety of topics. Hope you enjoy it.
Thanks for the update and best wishes on the new phase you're heading for.
Just in case, one thing to note when your membership drops to the free membership: WDC will leave 10 items in your port viewable, and only ten. The others are not deleted, but no one can see those, just the ten. Also, those are generally just the ten oldest items. You don't get to pick. If you have ten you'd really like for folks to see (and remember you by), you would have to delete all but those ten. (At least this is what I remember that happens.)
Gosh when you update, you really update! Now I have added bullet journaling to check out. Your could easily reach 200 books by the end of the year. Fabulous!
I have heard so much about you! I totally understand the staying away and the ADHD. It is wonderful I was able to read this update. Perhaps a monthly update, just a brief few words, will keep you marginally connected. Ambitious reading list. Take care.
Always let the compliments spill forth... they have a way of making others smile and, as in this case, starts their day off with a heartsmile (which I really needed!) And to be mentioned alongside of a poet I revere in Kåre เลียม Enga - WOW!
Sorry Brian, I just realised one of my sentences has a typo that makes it tricky to understand. It should have said:
While most of them are undiagnosed, one of my husband's cousins is diagnosed.
I found out today that our elderly neighbour, who went into a rest home earlier this year, passed away this morning. I'm not taking it so well. Haven't cried yet, but that's only because I'm at work. I think part of it is normal grief, when you've loved someone. And part of it is that it's the end of an era. Her husband died last year during covid lockdowns, and the house has been sold. Her son is over from Australia at the moment (I'm glad he was with her when she passed) and is clearing out her house. He has given us some things, which is nice. A few pieces of crystal, and some appliances. But the other neighbours have also sold, and so the two lots of neighbours we got on best with are both gone or going. And everything is changing. And while that's okay, and it's even a little bit exciting (we put in an offer on the beach house yesterday), it's still hard to say goodbye to all those happy memories that we made. I feel like we're moving away, even though we're still in the same house. I think I feel a little bit lost and a little bit out of control, and a lot sad. And I need to not be writing this anymore before I start bawling at my desk and people think I'm weird for a) crying at work and b) crying over my next door neighbour. But we love who we love, and we don't need to be related to someone to love them. And Errol and Colleen loved my children like grandchildren, and we all loved them. They were kind and funny and naughty and rude and they adored all our pets. I will miss them both.
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