I can’t let this Hallmark Holiday go by without restating that I remain silly. Yes, when The Spouse said, …
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An “earworm” is a song that repeats in your head over and over. Lately, my earworm is related to what I am doing for… and caring for… my Spouse.

A country singer, Billy Dean, wrote and sang a song in 1993 titled, “I Want To Take Care of You.” His album cover — “Its What I Do” — speaks perfectly to me and what I am doing as a caregiver.

I listened to “I Want To Take Care of You” the other day as I was driving home (on a self-recorded CD in my truck) and sang these words from my heart, thinking of my spouse:
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There is a bush in our back yard where its foliage changes to a rainbow of colors for a week. Every year for some time now, I have asked The Spouse to pose for our annual photo standing by that bush.

Following is this year’s Annual Fall Photo with the Spouse…
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I have mentioned on this blog from time to time that my Spouse used to ride two-up on my Harley with me. We rode thousands of miles on great adventures. We saw many lovely sights of our home state of Maryland, as well as in our most “motorcycle adventuresome” years, rode to Oklahoma together to visit my family on a 2,500 one-way adventure (shipped the bike back home from Kansas City), and also rode to Sturgis, South Dakota, as well as Colorado and Wyoming on a separate trip (shipped the bike home from Denver.)

But then illness caused his joints to lock up and fail. He stopped riding with me because he just could not bear the pain. I have missed him a lot. It’s been a decade now that he has not been my passenger. I miss him every.single.time.I.ride.

However, last Saturday, for a few hours anyway, I changed that.
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As most readers of this blog know, my spouse retired after a 40-year career in January, 2013. Together, we got him through a very rough patch of severe infection in his immediate post-retirement.

But every day, he says, “please go to work.” He wants me to continue working, not only because I enjoy my job, but because he wants the house to himself all day.

So what does he do all day while I am gone? Wild parties? Visits by his many friends?
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April 25, 1993, was a day that started out cool and clammy. I was going to do something that I had never done before, and I was nervous. What would I wear? Who would I meet? Would I have problems with encounters with other people who may not understand… who may want to confront me with violence?

As I pulled on a pair of tall boots over black denim jeans, a t-shirt and warmer shirt over it, then my “MC club” colors, I hopped on my Kawasaki Vulcan 750 motorcycle and rode into Washington DC and…
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This year’s sustained early warm weather has been quite unusual. The leather has remained in the closet, while my spouse has been feeling just a bit better.
We have a hill behind our house on which the spouse (with help of some neighbors) have planted between 500 to 1,000 daffodil bulbs every year that we have lived here (except between 2012 and 2014 when he was so extremely ill, the neighbors and I did it for him.) Daffodils are not eaten by deer that roam frequently and destroy everything in their path.

We now have over 20,000 daffodils on that hill. This year, the “early crop” of daffodils have already bloomed, and my spouse…
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