My foot surgery went well. I’m not enjoying not walking on two legs, but everything is working out fine. I’m grateful to have friends who check on me, offer me rides or to run errands for me, and who take me places. It made it easier to make bank deposits … Continue reading →
I’ve been feeling a subtle shift over the last few months. The two-year point felt more like any other day, with a few moments here and there—just like every other day. I’m mentally accepting that this is my life. It’s not bad, but I would like some things to be … Continue reading →
Two years. Two years without hearing his voice (I have a couple of grumpy voicemails I salvaged). Two years without him asking me to breakfast — the last thing he said to me. Two years of wishing he could have been with me as I did the things I had … Continue reading →
As the two-year mark looms, I’ve been thinking about some things. It seems some of my malaise is quite normal as I go through the process of discovering what my new life will be. I knew the day Alan died my life would be forever changed, and I would have … Continue reading →
Here’s this month’s progress on the house: Yes, we got a dusting of snow. Looking for paint colors for the bathrooms. I found more than two full rolls of this wallpaper, so we may get some accent walls as well. Nordic Noir seems to be the color of choice. Will … Continue reading →
Zelda has been here almost daily. She’s back into her routine of greeting me at the back door after Jase is back inside from his morning walk and escorting me around the house so I can fill her food bowl. Here she is following me around and yelling at me. … Continue reading →
Twenty months into this unwelcome transition, I’m still feeling unsettled with a roller coaster of emotions I can’t identify half the time. Things are happening, though. Friends invited me to travel to Shreveport, and they taught me to play a few casino table games. We had an enjoyable couple of … Continue reading →
I guess I’m entering the angry phase of grief. I don’t know any other way to explain my persistent grouchiness. (I suspect a touch of compassion fatigue as well.) On a brighter note, the house is coming along. They are nearly finished with the roof and are putting color coat … Continue reading →
This seems like a milestone. I remember six months was still very raw. A year was significant and friends made sure they were with me. Now? I’m mostly numb. And sad. And trying to get stuff done. I lost two cats a couple of weeks ago, but I also discovered … Continue reading →
We adopted Rossie and her siblings back in 2012. Her brother, Pretty Boy Floyd, died young — he had insurmountable urinary tract troubles. His sisters, Rossie, Ruby Mae, and Delta have all done well. Rossie had always been the most reserved of the quartet. We worked with her for years, … Continue reading →