Sunday, November 19, 2017

The bun.

Mom's house, Thanksgiving '84.      Based on my dark (unbleached) hair, I was maybe three months pregnant with Jake. I was disgustingly healthy. Jimmy was so happy. We both were. Thanks for sending this, Kim..

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Keep on Tryin'

I am.

I keep on trying. But I miss having Jim to share the burdens and the fun with. Even the plain old day to day BS. We used to hang out in the pool and hash out the day. He didn't linger the way I do. Now I'm struggling to save the pool. With the weather turning bad so quickly, today felt like the last swim this season. Sadness.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017


I miss the carefree times. The fun and someone to share the laughs and the burdens with.

 I recently read "Grief is just love with no place to go." Truer words were never written.

family ties

Jim's aunt Roz passed away early this year after a long and courageous battle with breast cancer. She was a lady of great poise and dignity, always with a kind and open heart.

Easter Sunday, 1976 Jim took me to his parent's house for the first time. The Big Interview. Everyone was cordial even if they thought that their son was temporarily deranged. We were not engaged yet, it was a new thing.

As time passed and they all got used to me, I came to understand that I was being judged against the last serious relationship Jim was in, his high school sweetie, Barbara. Roz and Jim's mother  Eleanor were the first to make me feel welcome.

Barb connected over the years in a tenuous way - Christmas cards and the rare holiday phone call - and after Jimmy passed, she reached out to me on FB and offered a kindness and support that helped on the darkest days. We had never met in person until we made a point of doing so recently while she and her husband were here in the area for a wedding.  Thank you for your tireless compassion, my friend.

Saturday, June 3, 2017

After a particularly shitty week, Netflix has added this. Although it was released in '74, Jimmy and I saw it in the theater not long after we met. As was the custom of the day, we all were fully baked by the time the movie began and I clearly remember that my stomach hurt for days after from laughing so hard. It continues to entertain all these years later. We knew all the lines and Jimmy did a spot-on impression of the Monster's growl.

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Music stays...

A year now, since Glen Frey passed.

The ticket stub post had me anxious because I apparently lost the stubs to the one time we saw the Eagles.
July 29, 1976, at the Roosevelt Stadium in Jersey City, NJ and it was landmark!

I can't find corroboration, but I recall Jimmy saying that this was one of the first times that Joe Walsh played with the band and that Poco opened for them. This was before Hotel California.

 I don't think we got there in time for Poco, but some of them joined in with the Eagles on "Seven Bridges Road" and it was amazing. When I look at the set list, it all comes back. I remember because I was the designated driver that night.

It was general admission and due to the fact that people were just milling around, we had pretty good the mud. At some point, I had to use the bathroom, but when I got there, there were two inches of liquid on the floor and girls were peeing in the sinks. I parked my need and went back to the show. We were on the highway headed home when I couldn't wait any longer, pulled over, hopped a stone wall and took care of business. Jimmy stood watch and remarked that it was good of me to find a shrub and not a stone as it was a cemetery. It was a helluva night!

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Good times

 Sometimes there was too much of a good thing producing black holes in my memory..when we talked about them, Jim would remember and give me some clues.  There were many more shows, especially before the boys were born. Colin was actually "on board" for Springsteen at the Garden. We came out of the show after four hours and almost a foot of snow had fallen and we couldn't find Nanny's red Duster for almost an hour! Still the best time.