I have a rash, so I didn’t want
to be around people today.
It’s on my face, as well as
on my arms and ankles.
It itches.
It burns.
It could have
resulted from a variety of things:
the sour cream I ate with my nacho’s Tuesday afternoon while having lunch with
a friend; maybe it’s time to change out the laundry soap again (body soap is
Ivory – as mild as possible); maybe it’s all the stressors that have been
working my nerves all week … there’s really no way to pin the actual
reason down. It just is. But people are weird about rashes, so I stay away until it clears up.
So, when I woke up this
morning, I thought I’d read a few more chapters of the book I started reading last
night:
But about an hour into it, I
checked my FB Page – got royally pissed at the perversion being posted designed
to groom preschoolers into the homosexual lifestyle; I posted some fiery
remarks, then decided to get out of the house to cool my temper down: I didn’t
have to be around people; I could go for a drive 😉
Traffic was okay along the
route; the mood was peaceful and easy – and memories didn’t make my eyes flood.
Passing through Morton, I
saw that the road sign read ALL the Passes were Open:
White Pass, Cayuse & Chinook – but I didn’t have the time to drive any
of them ☹
I always smile when I pass
through Glenoma: Bob’s wedding ring is in those hills above Kiona Creek, in
Glenoma; his crew logged a patch of timber up there one Winter, and he’d lost
so much weight after his bout with walking pneumonia that it fell off his
finger and got stomped into the mud on the Landing before he realized what had
happened.
The weather in
Washington State is schizoid with Fall chill and Summer humidity: and today we had wildfire smoke haze
added to the crazy mix ☹ At times the interior air got stuffy and
sticky. I couldn’t use the air conditioner – or roll the windows down – because
of wildfire smoke (very visible in the air like shrouding fog; and you could
smell and taste it): my hair was plastered to my forehead and neck … and my
blouse was stuck to my back; the whole trip.
Other than that, it was an
enjoyable day out of the house.
Huff and Puff doesn’t
have a restroom; it’s a burger
bar. And while there are lots of camping site and fishing site signs … there
would not be a public restroom notice until Morton – and then I’d have to
drive a few miles out of the way to find it. About a mile into the drive back
home, I had to use one; and Morton was quite a way off.
God was merciful!
((((THANK YOU, FATHER 😊))))
While thinking on some very pleasant
memories, I spotted a sign that gave my cranky bladder hope 😉
I made a Solo
Lobo Memory with that little sideline jaunt – Bob and I had never been down this road before; even
though we’d been this way many, many times over the decades. I only went
down it this afternoon, because my bladder was desperate.
When I arrived home, around
5 P.M.; fat and sassy, I parked with happy thoughts – and new memories birthed
along the route; memories that were made without Bob.
My heart still isn’t sure
how to handle that realization when it happens.
And yet, Bob is still very
much a part of these new experiences and memories; because if he hadn’t given
me the strengthening love, I enjoyed for 44 years (“you can do it Honey; I
have faith in you”) … I would not be able to tap into the confidence I am
engaging now, when stepping out in faith and boldness, solo lobo.
I carry Bob’s love with me
on every venture: and I send a high-5, sky high, with every successful ending 😊
New memory making adventures
dovetail snuggly with old memories 😉
