Boxes. filled with years of cards...

I know that to be true, now.

 I've been sleeping pretty good these past couple of nights. Getting anywhere of about six hours a night. For me that is more than enough. Been setting the alarm for 5am, and most of the mornings I've needed it.

Feel pretty good about the house, the cleaning that is starting to get done, the fact that I'm not just sitting around and living in my loneliness. My frame of mind is OK, by taking on that there isn't anything to regret about my caring for Sweetie, and the blessing of being there, holding her when she passed will always be a part of me. 

Tuesday

Up and at'am, that is how the day got going. Making 5 my wake up call, is also making me go to bed between 9 and 10. Regulation is the tool for me now. 

Still doing that which I've been doing now for over thee years. I told my daughter that if I start to miss days in my posting, knowing me, that soon I will stop posting, and my time is done, my trip back to my new normal will be complete. 

As you have written, it is one day at a time, and easy does it. If nothing else, I have to remember that this to will pass. Life is not a snapshot, it is a motion picture. 

The winds are gusting, and golf is out of the picture. I've started a stretching session after I post. Just some old stretching exercise that I remembered from high school. Back in the day of football and running high hurdles. They seem to help. I even spent 3 minutes on my rower. 

With the wind blowing and golf is out of the question, I think I'll go to the movies. Made a call to a friend, and he can't make it. I've decided not to call any of the ladies I know, because I wouldn't feel right, so I went alone. 

With a large popcorn, and soda, I sat and watched "Uncharted". A good old treasure hunt movie with all the twist and turns of not trusting and betrayal. Tom Holland was one of the stars, he was also was Spiderman, and it seemed that they wrote his character to perform like spiderman. Predictable, but fun for a couple of hours. 

Later, at home, I needed to find an extension cord, and was upstairs looking. That is a very dangerous place for me. Too many memories living up there. 

In my search, I came across two boxes, boot boxes, filled with years of cards that Sweetie and I exchanged. Christmas, birthdays, make up cards, and when we were apart cards. I didn't spend much time there, because my heart couldn't handle those memories, just too soon. 

I started saving the cards for reasons that didn't make sense back then, but I did. We were a card couple. When I would be out of town, for any reason, I'd mail her a card before I left, timing it so she would get it the day after I was gone, and a card while I was away. I would also get "I love you" cards and mail them to her at work. 

I wanted her to be surprised by them, and they kept our love fresh and alive. Once a year, she would have to leave on a week long business meetings. I would get her itinerary, and mail cards to where she would be staying. She loved that. 

I kept them all, and now when the time is right and my heart has the strength to handle it, I will be reading them again. 

Well, I hear Driver pulling in, He is ready for another adventurous day. He is coming in, pouring Himself a cup of coffee. We'll sit and talk about life, then off we will go, down the Road to Life, where we will be wearing our sunglasses and Keeping My Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur. 

 

It was going to be day of nothingness. With gusty winds well over 20mph, golf was out of the questions.