Sunday, May 29, 2016

Changing your surroundings.

When I was left with my house after the divorce, I wanted to stay here. My dilemma was that every corner screamed, "The marriage". So, I went about changing that. He took a lot of stuff with him, which was good. So the empty spaces were filled with the new. Art and decor was what I wanted. It conveyed an empowerment that I developed all on my own.

My biggest and most symbolic gesture was to sell my wedding rings to help pay for a complete bedroom overhaul.  I changed everything except the furniture. But I did revamp some of it with new drawer knobs, etc. After I was done, you would never think that it was the same room.

The back yard became my sanctuary. New patio. New landscaping. Lots of bird feeders. A lounge chair for morning coffee.

I recommend this for every woman who wants to move on, but doesn't want to move out of the house where your marriage floundered and fell. You can change your surroundings and still feel at home. Let it become your place! A place to come home to and feel safe so that you can move on with your life.  It's called home improvement.  It's also life improvement.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016


Well well well..You have stumbled onto my blog. I am Minerva. No, that's not my real name. But it gives me some sophistication (of which I am sadly lacking). I clean up well, but I have no problem loudly calling my lawn mower a fucker when it cuts out on me.  I live with dogs, which keeps me grounded. I come from a good family, which gives me that "glass half full" feeling most of the time.

I was married for eons, and then one day I received a call from an angry stranger that changed everything. What I had always wondered, became reality.

So life goes on. It's been 2 years. There's been some dating. I did wait until the divorce was final. After all, I get along quite well with Mr. D's family to this day. I wanted to show everyone that I could do things in the right order.  I decided that I needed a man at least 8 years older than I am. Somehow my twisted brain did the math, and this was the amount of time that that I calculated would separate the men from the boys.  Not so much. The older they get, the more they have to prove that they are not dead yet. This is displayed in several ways. Most of these ways are annoying.

So follow me for a while, as I wade through my new life. I will try to keep it light and not bore you.