Good Grief 217

I've been wondering where CharlieBrown has gone.
Various thoughts to return to on that front.

In the meantime...
It's a dangerous occupation opening drawers.
Just when you innocently think you can 'just' chuck a few bits out, the beast bites.
I found two poems written by my husband. One about his son and one written on our honeymoon.
Things tend to never be 'just' and rarely 'innocent'. Ironically, following a blip dialogue, I had just been watching a YouTube link of Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking, and her husband's shoes and I was reminded of my own experience https://www.blipfoto.com/entry/2055079607614310012. may need to redo the link but it was back to my blip of 9/6/2015.