(warning: this update contains some more mourning stuff about my beloved Joshua. Just wanted to let you know, in case you're reading this and are sick of hearing about him)
Wow - drastic changes. With a hole in my home, and some gentle prodding from MD, and I find myself brewing again. I haven't brewed since I moved to the Boston area a year ago.
So, I just finished getting started:
1. 1 gal of "Liquid Sunshine." Just a straight mead, but with orange blossom honey. Well, and a few secret ingredients that make it very smooth, thanks to my friends in Wisconsin.
2. 5 gal of something that I think I'll call "Joshua." Appropriate, no? No, really - it's a raspberry and coffee brew, made with raspberry honey.
I figure that between the raspberry (reflecting his personality - seemingly sour to those who didn't know him, but sweet to those he loved. And, of course, the coffee - which he loved so much. (I know, wierd cat - but he did). It probably won't quite be ready, but I think I should have some at Samhain...
And the hardest part of the passing of those we love is that we go on. And here I am, going on. Yes, I have moments of tears. And there are moments during the day that I look around and wish he'd come up and just mew...and perhaps try to take the mint out of my mouth (yeah, he liked it that much). But with each day, my joyful memories become more prominent, and the tearful ones will become less. There will be moments where I don't know how I'm going to manage. Then I will.
And the cycle continues...
Wow - drastic changes. With a hole in my home, and some gentle prodding from MD, and I find myself brewing again. I haven't brewed since I moved to the Boston area a year ago.
So, I just finished getting started:
1. 1 gal of "Liquid Sunshine." Just a straight mead, but with orange blossom honey. Well, and a few secret ingredients that make it very smooth, thanks to my friends in Wisconsin.
2. 5 gal of something that I think I'll call "Joshua." Appropriate, no? No, really - it's a raspberry and coffee brew, made with raspberry honey.
I figure that between the raspberry (reflecting his personality - seemingly sour to those who didn't know him, but sweet to those he loved. And, of course, the coffee - which he loved so much. (I know, wierd cat - but he did). It probably won't quite be ready, but I think I should have some at Samhain...
And the hardest part of the passing of those we love is that we go on. And here I am, going on. Yes, I have moments of tears. And there are moments during the day that I look around and wish he'd come up and just mew...and perhaps try to take the mint out of my mouth (yeah, he liked it that much). But with each day, my joyful memories become more prominent, and the tearful ones will become less. There will be moments where I don't know how I'm going to manage. Then I will.
And the cycle continues...