I realized it has been a long time since I updated this blog. Some guys have been checking on my via recon, which I seldom use, or email which I prefer.
While I am still in grief over the death of my husband, the pain is not as acute. I miss him every day and will for the rest of my life.
He wanted me to regain my life momentum, or sense of purpose if you will. He would not want me to mope around and be sad all the time.
And now that it is “leather weather,” I have been wearing boots and leather again (when not on official assignment in my medic uniform). Yay… old me (somewhat) is back.
Here is an update on how I am …
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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.
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! 
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.
This date, April 25, 1993, was the day I met my one-and-only man. I describe how we met 
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.
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…)
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.
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.