Blogging on the back-burner
Yrs Trly does four things to distract from the dreadful fate that’s befallen me, namely the death of my beloved wife of over 44 years April 17th of last year.
People tell me now that a year has passed I should just “get over it!”
Would that I could. It would make my life a lot easier.
Especially to stop all my crying.
But I can’t just shove aside 44 years of marriage to the person that ended up being the best friend I ever had.
The four things are:
—1) Mowing our huge lawn.
—2) Walking my dog.
—3) Working-out at the YMCA, and
—4) Blogging.
All take time, and offset my sadness.
The lawn has become pre-eminent.
I mow by sections, but often that section may have to mowed every 4-6 days.
Especially in May, when the grass grow like crazy.
Blogging, much as I like to do it, has become back-burner.
It’s not the actual composition that takes time.
It’s keying those compositions.
I sling words together as I eat breakfast. —It usually works; there’s little editing.
Keying-in and publication may not take place until a day-or-two later.
I feel it’s more important to -a) mow, -b) walk my dog, and -c) work out at the YMCA.
It used to be I was blogging just about every day.
I enjoy writing = slinging words together.
Back then my wife was here to do things I now must do myself.
Like laundry and baking.
Every morning I make my bed; something my wife used to do.
There goes 15-20 minutes, another 10-15 minutes to fold laundry I had in my dryer.
My wife was walking the dog at least half the time.
Now it’s just me.
My wife also kept the dog while I worked out at the YMCA. Now I must daycare my dog.
It may seem all these adjustments cause me sadness, but not really.
They just add to missing my wife.
• My current dog is “Scarlett” (two “Ts,” as in Scarlett O’Hara), a rescue Irish-Setter. She’s seven, and is my sixth Irish-Setter, a high-energy dog. (A “rescue Irish Setter” is an Irish Setter rescued from a bad home; e.g. abusive or a puppy-mill. [Scarlett was from a failed backyard breeder.] By getting a rescue-dog, we avoid puppydom, but the dog is often messed up. —Scarlett isn't bad. She’s my fourth rescue.)
• I work out in the Canandaigua YMCA Exercise-Gym, appropriately named the “Wellness-Center,” usually three days per week, about two-three hours per visit. (“Canandaigua” [“cannan-DAY-gwuh”] is a small city to the east nearby where I live in Western NY. The city is also within a rural town called “Canandaigua.” The name is Indian, and means “Chosen Spot.” It’s about 14 miles east. —I live in the small rural town of West Bloomfield, southeast of Rochester.)
People tell me now that a year has passed I should just “get over it!”
Would that I could. It would make my life a lot easier.
Especially to stop all my crying.
But I can’t just shove aside 44 years of marriage to the person that ended up being the best friend I ever had.
The four things are:
—1) Mowing our huge lawn.
—2) Walking my dog.
—3) Working-out at the YMCA, and
—4) Blogging.
All take time, and offset my sadness.
The lawn has become pre-eminent.
I mow by sections, but often that section may have to mowed every 4-6 days.
Especially in May, when the grass grow like crazy.
Blogging, much as I like to do it, has become back-burner.
It’s not the actual composition that takes time.
It’s keying those compositions.
I sling words together as I eat breakfast. —It usually works; there’s little editing.
Keying-in and publication may not take place until a day-or-two later.
I feel it’s more important to -a) mow, -b) walk my dog, and -c) work out at the YMCA.
It used to be I was blogging just about every day.
I enjoy writing = slinging words together.
Back then my wife was here to do things I now must do myself.
Like laundry and baking.
Every morning I make my bed; something my wife used to do.
There goes 15-20 minutes, another 10-15 minutes to fold laundry I had in my dryer.
My wife was walking the dog at least half the time.
Now it’s just me.
My wife also kept the dog while I worked out at the YMCA. Now I must daycare my dog.
It may seem all these adjustments cause me sadness, but not really.
They just add to missing my wife.
• My current dog is “Scarlett” (two “Ts,” as in Scarlett O’Hara), a rescue Irish-Setter. She’s seven, and is my sixth Irish-Setter, a high-energy dog. (A “rescue Irish Setter” is an Irish Setter rescued from a bad home; e.g. abusive or a puppy-mill. [Scarlett was from a failed backyard breeder.] By getting a rescue-dog, we avoid puppydom, but the dog is often messed up. —Scarlett isn't bad. She’s my fourth rescue.)
• I work out in the Canandaigua YMCA Exercise-Gym, appropriately named the “Wellness-Center,” usually three days per week, about two-three hours per visit. (“Canandaigua” [“cannan-DAY-gwuh”] is a small city to the east nearby where I live in Western NY. The city is also within a rural town called “Canandaigua.” The name is Indian, and means “Chosen Spot.” It’s about 14 miles east. —I live in the small rural town of West Bloomfield, southeast of Rochester.)
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