So, I'm sitting at McDonalds at the moment.   Blank page, looking at the Blog Screen.   That Blank page makes it difficult to know what to say, in a way.

I miss my friend.  Did I mention I lost a friend?   Best friend.   Talked every day, almost.  When life was good.   I can't believe the things that have happened.   Can't believe it/them.

Not sure if anything I've said on this Blog, of Everything, makes any sense.

I am going to be on a very fixed income soon.   Very fixed.

I've been reading a great book by an author named Anne Lamott.  Grace Eventually is the title of the book.   I love how she writes.   I hope to be able to write that way some day.  I could go on in volumes of how I love how she writes.  I bought the book, lost the book and found the book.  I was greatly perplexed when I lost the book and very grateful when I found it.   She writes so honestly.  Honestly.  I love that!  The book is separated in sections and incidents in her life with her perspective or is it perspectives---Her thoughts.  So great to read.

I need to meet with someone who's going to look at my budget with me in a few minutes.  I left my cell phone at home, as I've been doing, and I'd like to call and let her know I'm on my way, but, oh well.

Yep, miss my friend.   I think about things we'd talk about, things that confuse me and maybe her.  It was that the things that confused me, confused her, and the things that confused her, confused me.  How I miss that, being able to talk about those things.   Maybe this is going to be an " I Miss Luann blog" now.   Luann.

I wish I had internet connection at the place I live, because to me, blogging is something you do when it "hits" you to do it, not making time for it, or "I have the time now," kind of thing.

I don't get "hash-tags," number/pound signs before titles of things on TV.  I think she'd have the same confusion or answer to it.  She sometimes had answers for my confusions.

Did I say she was my Best Friend?   She was.  She was my Best Friend.

Two people I've emailed haven't emailed me back.  Hope I didn't make a fool of myself in any way.

I miss Luann. 

I sent her a letter, inspired by something Anne Lamott did, when Anne lost a friend.  

I need to meet people.  

Miss Luann.

May not seem like it, as I've said, "I miss Luann," several times, but I think my anti-depressant is starting to work.  I feel differently when I say, "I miss Luann."  Sort of not as sad, although that doesn't make sense.  It's like I'm just "saying it."

But I'll say it again, I miss Luann.    I remember one time I had kind of lost touch with her and called when things in my life had gone bad.  She welcomed me.   I wish it were the same this time.

Well, I should, now, go meet with that friend--I might postpone the meeting for tomorrow.

If you pray, pray for me, whoever would read this.