This morning was a frosty one, with roof tops sparkling
in the early chilly sunlight:
31-degrees and frosty this morning.
Frosty roofs all around ... glittering in the sunlight.
I was drinking a cup of joy juice, when the phone
pulsated with an incoming text – Cheryl was letting me know she had made a
Chicken-Wild Rice-Woodland Mushrooms Soup, and would be serving it for lunch; so
I pulled 6 Challah Rolls from the freezer and set them out to defrost while I
polished my nails before leaving the house to pick Pam up on my way to Cheryl’s
for our Gal Pal Day …
Delameter was frosty in places, but not overly
concerning. The drive was pleasant, the convo was good, there was no road
crews to deal with: we made good time ;-)
It was good to get together again – last time we
were having a hen party was just before Christmas; so we were long overdue for
a sit down-n-chat session. I think about the only thing we 3 agree on, is that
we really enjoy each other’s company. We disagree on many topics and issues,
but we are always entertaining – and never allow our differing outlooks to
place a wedge between us. There are more encouraging strengths to benefit each
of us in our sharing of lives and info … as friends do, that is the backbone
and glue of our friendship. We are sisters. We treasure each other.
4 hours of soul sunshine :-D
2 hours of chit-chat and lunch – then a game of
scrabble. The game started out slow, but by 3:30 PM, had gathered steam; and
ended with laughter and a full board of words:
Pam is the one with short hair; Cheryl is the one with the headband. For 9 years, Cheryl was my SIL. I am glad we remained friends. I didn't mind losing Ralph - and he can stay gone ... but, Cheryl is a true treasure. She has been good to me, and the love between her and Bob was mutual. All I was pulling for the game was straight letters with 1 vowel: the whole game!
It has been a hard 424 days as I’ve tried to find
balance in my new solo lobo world. Through it all, Cheryl and Pam have been
there helping me make this sorrowful and sorrowing pain work for me: by
reminding me that though I was deeply and passionately loved by the love of my
life – I am still loved deeply by my friends. Cheryl and Pam (and their husbands
too) knew Bob, and are comfortable talking about him with me, and give me the
unbridled freedom of talking about my husband without the nervous and
twitchy ‘let’s change the topic’ I get from everyone else. We all agree
that Bob was a quiet man with a gentle spirit – none of us ever heard Bob
raise his voice. Ever. Bob was a good man to know, and an easy man to
love. I love hearing of the love others had for my husband; he was a good man.
I was blessed.
I experience the pain of the loss of my husband
because I lived the joy of having his passion and unconditional love; and now I
have the unconditional love of my sister friends, gently and lovingly sharing
our past love for Bob – while gently and lovingly pushing me forward in budding
hope to infuse my life with energy to face and embrace my new life. And though
the love I share with them is not the same as the love Bob showered me with, it
is still love worthy of interchanging. I am blessed.
It is important to make each day memorable and
never waste a precious second of a single day.
We are here for a reason.
Life is for living.
When I dropped Pam off at her house, and got back
home to my humble castle, I did some quick cleaning in preparation for tomorrow’s
Shabbat Rest, put the finishing touches on a fingertip towel: and fixed a listing cupboard door …
MOD Bathroom Fingertip Towel w-seed stitch detail.
Cupboard door straightened, and I don't think I stripped the screw, either. I was very careful. Polish removed because I am a ruff-n-ready girl and had managed to mangle the paint polish I had coated my nails with this morning. LOL
Tonight, I’ll be designing and working on a
dustcover for the dehydrator. I don’t know yet what it will look like, but I
know it will be Spring themed ;-)
