I slept late this morning. My cell phone rang at 9:30 am. It was the funeral home telling me The Husband's cremains were ready for pickup, as well as copies of his death certificate.
I brought everthing home and took the items upstairs to our office. I placed The Husband on a bookcase. I worked all afternoon reviewing various accounts/bills. This work is tedious, time consuming and emotionally draining.
I had plans to meet up with good friends at a local restaurant. The time we spent together, the conversations about The Husband we had and the stories/photos we shared were just what I needed today, or so I thought.
I showed them the following picture of The Husband, which is the epitome of his love of the porch. The photo was taken several years ago. Notice the iPod in the Bose speaker dock, which means we were listening to his eclectic music catalog (4,000 songs). Also notice the cocktail glass next to the iPod. And, who could miss his head thrown back and his big laugh as he was conversing with our neighbors?
I returned home from being with our friends tonight and decided The Husband and I would have a cocktail on the porch, with music. See the iPod in the Bose speaker dock, the cocktail glass with Johnny Walker Red and water, as well as the box containing The Husband?
I sat there for a few moments, just the two of us with his favorite music and his favorite drink.
I started bawling.
I then asked the next door and across the street neighbors to join us, which they happily did. We laughed and reminisced about our numerous, informal porch parties over the years. The Powell house motto was, after all, "If we are on our porch, COME ON OVER!"
I'm thankful every day that I was lucky enough to be the friend of (and the wife of) The Husband.
I am also thankful every day for all our friends and family that have helped both of us on this journey.
The Husband turned off the sprinkler system a few weeks ago because of the monsoon rains we were receiving.
I never paid serious attention when he had "sprinker class" with me. I always thought, "Oh, I'll never have to mess with that."
Now The Husband's gone and the Brother-In-Law and I couldn't figure out how to get the system on yesterday. The B-I-L read the instruction manual and tried several things, but the system refused to cooperate.
We decided I would just phone the yard service we've used for various projects and ask them to come out to give me a mini class and make sure the system is set properly and works.
I phoned for an appointment today and a young man named Kyle answer the phone. I didn't think I was going to cry, but when I told him why I was calling I couldn't hold it in. Bless his heart, he was so nice to me.
I bet Kyle's really looking forward to our appointment at 3pm on Wednesday.
* Went for manicures & pedicures at the mall. I'll never understand why he didn't have his toenails & fingernails painted purple, with multi colored glitter on top, like I did. He just NEVER wants to match! What's up with that? :-)
* Bought new bed pillows.
* Stopped in for a short visit with friends at their home. Their adorable granddaughter was there. She proudly proclaimed, "I pooped and peed and have on panties and I'm dry!" Our response? "Yippee! Such an accomplishment!" Of course, we all aspire to that when we are very young and when we are aging rapidly. :-)
* Stopped in at a favorite local restaurant for a late bite of lunch and had a lovely visit with friends who were there.
* Had a 2 hour nap.
* Went out to another favorite restaurant for a light dinner and laughs with the staff.
It's important to appreciate the good days. I hope your day was also good!
My very petite mother recently purchased a new pair of pink, fuzzy pjs. I volunteered to alter the pants.
As I cut and pinned the new hems on this snowy morning, I thought about how lucky I was to have learned the basics of sewing in junior high home economics classes. I believe the teacher's name was Mrs. Wireth at Gilcrease Jr High School in the early 1970's. The metal seam gauge pictured above came from my 7th grade sewing kit. The white measuring tape did not, but I do have the yellow tape from that kit as well. It's just not the first one I grabbed this morning. Speaking of my 7th grade sewing kit, I threw it away just a few years ago. The plastic lid was broken and I thought, "My goodness. Get rid of it!" I thought about my Granny Jewel, who was a great seamstress. She gave me praise (which could be hard to come by from Granny) and feedback on my first sewing attempts. I'll also never forget my Great Aunt Clorine, another great seamstress, who gave me her old sewing machine as my first machine at home. Thinking of Home Ec, I remember the cooking classes and eating what we cooked. Before we could eat, we had to set the table properly. I always thought the dishes at school were pretty. Fast forward several years and I discovered my soon to be husband's mother had the same dishes, Franciscan Desert Rose. Her dishes now live with her youngest grand daughter. Home Ec is where I learned to make Chocolate Oatmeal drop cookies. I've made many a batch of these since that time! The simple act of doing something for my Mom brought back a lot of good memories this snowy morning.
As I prepare to sign off, I look at the back window and there sits a bright red Cardinal on the fence. Beautiful, with the snow falling around him. Enjoy your Saturday!
So much for leaving work early yesterday, to get home safely on the icy streets. The washing machine repair man (another story) was parked in our driveway, so I parked across the street. I was almost across when I slipped and fell backwards. The back of my head hit the pavement and bounced. I lay in the middle of the street, yelling for help until a neighbor heard me. Soon, there were three neighbors around me. Two (I think) helped me up from the street and walked me back to the car, as one went to get The Husband. I do not remember The Husband driving me to the hospital or the check-in process at the ER. We arrived at about 4pm (?) and I was not called back to an exam room until 7pm (?). One of the neighbors was smart enough to send an ice pack with me to the hospital. Thank goodness. I went through an entire box of tissue in the waiting room as I sobbed from the pain. I was taken for a head CT before being taken to the exam room. Fortunately, the head CT did not show any signs of a brain bleed. I had a knot the size of my hand on the back of my head, my jaws hurt, my neck and shoulders hurt and I was dizzy, dizzy, dizzy. We got home and one of the neighbors had shoveled part of our sloped drive and put down ice melt. So, so sweet. I had bed spins last night. I hate bed spins.
Swelling of the knot went down significantly over night, due to regular ice packs. My head is so tender and hurts to touch. I have just a slight headache, not too bad. Neck and shoulders hurt. Jaw really hurts when I eat. I think I knocked it out of alignment. Probably means a visit to the dentist and/or chiropractor in the future.
I told The Husband I woke up in the middle of the night and all I could think of was the old Hee Haw song:
Gloom, despair and agony on me!
Deep dark depression, excessive misery!
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all!
Gloom, despair and agony on meeeee!
Dizzy, dizzy am I. The Husband won't let me walk anywhere by myself.
Between spraining my ankle last month, banging my head this month and The Husband not feeling well, I'm about to throw in the towel.