I began the day in tears. Sleep had come and gone, dreams were strange. The insurance on the truck is an iffy thing as I do not have a license, and the driver is not a resident of this household. Larry's name is not off all accounts and I dread correspondence addressed to him. I messaged a friend, and saw the last conversation we had about prepping for Burning Man, Larry's neck pain and potential pneumonia. That was mere days before I took him to the ER and they discovered the mass. I went downstairs to get the Spode Christmas tree cookie jar and teapots, and discovered two printers which I thought had gone to the dumpster. A box of Christmas glasses and mugs which Larry was going to make into candles. The leaves outside always break my heart. So many little paper cuts on my heart.
A dear friend lost her beloved cat in some sort of freak accident. Devastating. He was a lovely creature, loving and universally loved. My heart aches for her.
But I got the norens up, and the garlands with them, and a few more bows. Did the kitty litter and a red table cloth in the front room. Ate a hot lunch of chicken and a baked yam, yes, with my excellent cranberry sauce. Received a lovely little Moon pendant as part of a gift exchange, a holiday card, and a commission for a leather tool roll. Had a nice long phone conversation with another local widow who is only six weeks out. I am calmer, if not happier.
Ordered an external hard drive. Excellent deal, but I really shouldn't be buying things. Ah well.
Three in the afternoon, I gave in to the call of a hot bath, and having a nice cuppa in my flannel nightgown. Everything can wait.
How does one end a conversation with someone bereaved? Have a nice day doesn't cut it. I think I said "Have a relatively pleasant continued existence". Hah. I cannot even quote myself.
A dear friend lost her beloved cat in some sort of freak accident. Devastating. He was a lovely creature, loving and universally loved. My heart aches for her.
But I got the norens up, and the garlands with them, and a few more bows. Did the kitty litter and a red table cloth in the front room. Ate a hot lunch of chicken and a baked yam, yes, with my excellent cranberry sauce. Received a lovely little Moon pendant as part of a gift exchange, a holiday card, and a commission for a leather tool roll. Had a nice long phone conversation with another local widow who is only six weeks out. I am calmer, if not happier.
Ordered an external hard drive. Excellent deal, but I really shouldn't be buying things. Ah well.
Three in the afternoon, I gave in to the call of a hot bath, and having a nice cuppa in my flannel nightgown. Everything can wait.
How does one end a conversation with someone bereaved? Have a nice day doesn't cut it. I think I said "Have a relatively pleasant continued existence". Hah. I cannot even quote myself.
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