My goodness, I just realized that it has been almost a full month since I updated this blog. I admit, when my husband was sick last year and died in January, I lost interest in writing about boots, leather, or motorcycle riding. Please be assured, losing interest does not mean I am depressed. Let’s just say, I have refocused my purpose of life.
Here at home…
Last week, a major project at my home was completed. Now that this is done, I will be getting out on my new Harley more to ride! Yay!
So what is this project?
Long-time readers of this blog know that I like to dabble in home repair and remodeling jobs. I have mostly done that for seniors aging-in-place. These past two months, me — an “emerging senior” — had a lot of repair and remodeling projects done.
Last year, my husband drew designs for…
This date, April 25, 1993, was the day I met my one-and-only man. I describe how we met on this post on this blog.
What is significant to me today, April 25, 2021, is…
I realize, sadly, that I have been lax in writing much on this blog. I am okay; busy and keeping active, doing things in honor of my husband and serving the community where I live, was born, raised, educated, and built our home and a well-connected life.
Here is an update on what’s going on…
The title of this post is obsure… dates back to the Roman days on how they denoted dates on the calendar. Read this message through, and this old dinosaur who is on a first-name basis with Iulius Caesar will define it. (No “J” in Latin… I continue…)
Not being one to sit idle and mope in grief, even though I miss my husband very very much and think about him often, I have been keeping more that busy these last few weeks and will be for weeks and months to come.
In no specific order, I have…
A couple readers of my recent post describing what I am doing to keep busy and have a focus on a future… without… my beloved husband… noted that I did not say anything about my family or the support I am receiving.
Let me assure you…
Now seven weeks past when my husband died, I continue to mourn. I have literally lost at least half of what made me “me.” But life goes on, and I do too, one boot step at a time.
Readers may note…
It’s been six weeks since I had to let my husband go. The grief at times still is much like a punch in the gut.
I am managing it by trying to keep busy in service to my community.
I credit my husband again for…