It's always been a good omen for me, I guess coz I love them so much. The rain beating on the roof, swaying trees, winds lashing, lightning flashing. Nothing makes me feel more alive! One northern facing window is open and the air smells amazing.
And to add another great moment, have you guys see what Ambrosia posted in thread quotes? It's astounding!

Do you? Maybe you do, but I don't. I was badly injured and now I can't work. I've been freshly divorced a year ago in September. I can't stand up for more than an hour at a time, nor can I sit for more than hour at a time. Rheumatoid arthritis is deforming my fingers and toes giving me crippling agony each morning it's under 70 degrees. It was 49 last night. I'm living alone for the first time in my life. Almost half a fucking century. My dog died in February, my baby brother died of a heart attack in March. I've stopped rescuing animals because I no longer can.

Was that what you wanted me to confess? There it is, in a nutshell. I will seek out things that make me keep going, not bitch, mope or dwell on what makes me wanna cry. I won't give up. I've made it through life this long and it will take more than this to break me.

I NEED beauty, joy, kindness, healing, writing, RP, gardening, a friend, a laugh. I don't think there should be an age limit on finding your own happiness. If anything, us middle aged women need more joy, not less. If you prick us, do we not punch you in the face? Sorry, I know, I'm weird. I've always been a derp because it keeps me sane and centered on happiness.

I may not have any more people willing to write or rp with an ancient horrible old crone like me but ffs, I'm still here to write, rp, chat and make friends. I made a friend today and that's good. Anyway, I don't like to mope, it's whiny and useless. it's weak. And weak is something I refuse to be.