Word of the Day:
pellucid \puh-LOO-sid\, adjective:
1. Transparent; clear; not opaque.
2. Easily understandable.
What a non-day.
I attended a funeral this morning, which was nice, and peaceful, and sad.
For the past few days, I have been existing in a fog. Maybe the bronchitis, maybe the loopy cough syrup, maybe the winter, maybe depression. (Oh, we will talk about depression another day)
While on the west side of town, I stopped at the apartment complex I used to live in:
My dufus ex and I lived on the second floor. The balcony looked out on the Great Miami river valley (and the interstate). We weren't supposed to have any animals, but I snuck Queen in and kept her out of the windows.
Good ol' 8180 West Mill Street. It was a nice apartment, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, decent rent. But I cringe to think where I would have ended up if the dufus hadn't cheated on me. I don't think I would have met my true potential, and my life would just be sorry. Sorry and going nowhere.
Not a great picture...This is the family funeral home. I have said goodbye here to my Dad, my grandma, my grandpa, my uncle, friends, mothers and fathers of friends. We are here way too much. I didn't get a good photo because I didn't want anyone to see me taking pictures. Too tacky.
This bridge is down the road from the apartment. This bridge collapsed in 1989, and killed two people whose car went down with it. I think about that every time I cross it.
I am going to try and see the bald eagle that has been hanging out at the evil gravel pits. And that is all I am doing tomorrow. Katdoc, the stinker, saw it today.
Sigh...I wanna be happier.
Sorry I am not my bubbly self. Someone needs to slap me and tell me to snap out of it.