Today was a perfect day to be outside 😊
The sun was shining warmly around 10 AM.
The air was still … which meant the pollen swirl would be low-key 😉
I could get outside to wash the car!
It was not warm enough yet to wear capris or shorts; and I didn’t want to wear my shinny-leg jeans because they’d be miserable on my legs when they got wet. So, I rummaged through my smaller jeans stash for a dark denim pair of jeans, and prayed I’d finally shed enough excess poundage to easily pull on/snap a size smaller pair of jeans (I’ve shed 15 pounds since December): (((YES!))) I actually had a peppy strut to my step today. LOL!
The exercises are working.
The Highlander was so filthy, I washed it twice – I counted that as a cardio workout ;-)
Now, I am not ashamed to have it seen on the road 😉
Of course, the places I drive to, will have it dusted out again in no time at all … but I’ll be able to wash it more frequently over the upcoming months.
While the car dried, I ate a quick lunch before driving into town to deposit Bob’s IWA love gift – I am thankful Bob provided this monetary care for me: it sure comes in handy with all the obamanite price hikes (across the board) that The People are being hit it with since obama’s useful idiot/biden was placed, to carry out barak hussain obama’s Destruction of American Agenda.
THANK YOU, BABE ~ OX
The provision is nice – and welcomed: but, I’d rather have Bob ☹
I was on my way back home, when I received a phone call from friends; asking me to come for Supper. I haven’t seen these friends in a couple months, so I laughed, and said, “Okay: let me make a U-turn, and I’ll see you in 5”.
I was missing Bob a lot (April is the month Bob & I became US – a lifetime ago, that doesn’t seem so long ago to my heart), and suddenly Elohim was redirecting my thoughts and giving me a happy ending to my day 😊
I have a good
God.
I have good friends.
We enjoyed 3 hours of good food, side-splitting laughter, and conversation; since we spent our youth/young adulthood in the same small town upriver, our convos eventually get around to the people we all know – and always Bob. It is good to remember Bob, and we always learn something new about Bob’s impact on our collective lives, that we hadn’t known before. But other memories of time spent in that small town upriver is not so welcome: Bob’s presence was what made that place so special – Bob is no longer here, and the memories (though good ones) no longer shine with a magical pull.
For my friends, the small town lost its pull on their heartstrings decades ago, when they pulled stakes and moved away without looking back.
For me, the Grim Reaper sucked all the magic out of those memories, three years ago. There’s nothing there for me anymore; I noticed when I drove through there last Thursday, that I don’t have any lingering warm feelings residue towards it: even my memories don’t want to revisit there anymore. Bob’s life was what livened up those years spent there – without his presence, it’s just another town on the map.
But for 3 hours this afternoon, we briefly allowed our thoughts to touch down there before reining them back in … and discussing the roots we are setting down here.
They have a good life here.
I have a good life here.
Life is good in this sunshine season of our lives – and we are embracing everything it has for us 😊
