This won't be one of my best posts', or really a funny one, but I feel as though I must be honest about some things in my life on here, and recently life has seriously kicked me in the face, trampled on my tender heart and left me in some difficult circumstances so I feel the need to spew.
The Hubby, who got very very sick last Thanksgiving and continued to be ill and a medical mystery for the better part of a year, passed away at the young age of 61 on the 22nd of July, 2011. It was a stressful, shocking and altogether horrible event. Made worse for me by the previous deaths, also at very young ages' of both my parents...Dad in 2000, Mom in 2006. I had taken care of them both for rather long periods of time prior and it was no picnic to do the same for Steve.
I would like to mention that for the most part,the Hubby stayed in what I consider to be pretty good spirits until close to the end. Then it was just hard for us both to cope. We were married for 9 years, and together for ten.
I begin my life again. Alone, but with some uber wonderful friends, without which, I would be in a padded cell by now, rather than running amok with chocolate still smeared in interesting places, the mules racing flat out in utter chaos and rations streaming from the wagon, so heartfelt thanks to you all for that!
As a result of said sad news, I have moved into new and much more affordable and smaller digs here in town, and though I will always miss the open spaces of the country, I still have a gravel drive to carreen down, a place to park the wagon, and a stable for the mules to ponder in.Plus this place has a widow's walk, which aside from being eerily apropos, it gives me a place to step out and breathe a little. Or, at least it will someday when I construct a deck on which to stand rather than 20 ft of space to fall from....but I digress.
We are holding our own, and refreshing the cracked Kettle daily with inspiration and perspiration in an effort to get on with gettin' on. Its hard, and some days, bed is the best place to be, but work keeps us busy, and decoratin' our little house on the corner keeps us occupied. Lucy and Stickers are coping and mostly confused as to why Queenie keeps leavin' them crated every day to go to work...
Fall is rapidly giving way to Winter and I am changing with the seasons. It is my hope that as Nature rests in the winter, quietly going dormant while dreaming of spring and new beginnings, so too shall I.
I promise to post funny, inane and charmingly cracked stories very soon, as the Ladies I work with are completely fabulous, and varied in their lives, interests and conversations and as long as I change the names to protect the insane, they should be shared at length...LOL!
Queenie...Wounded, but Fighting.
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