It was an emotional day yesterday. It was the sixth anniversary of Spod's death. It's hard to believe six years has passed already. And I think, to tell the truth, it gets harder as time goes by. I really miss him. You know, I knew that I would end my life without him. He was twenty years my senior after all and I definitely gave that some serious thought at the beginning of our relationship. But my feelings for him were that strong that the end did not affect the means.
I was awakened with a definite bolt of something at exactly 3:47 a.m. out of a dead dead dead sleep. I was pretty confused and blurry headed then realized that that was the exact time Bill died six years ago...to the dot. Holy Hannah!!! So weird!!!
Later that day Monte and I went to Save-on and I went in and bought the typical truck picnic Bill and I used to do..all the time actually. So the two of us drove out to a park where we could sit in the truck and watch the water, the seals, the fish, the seagulls, people throwing sticks for their doggies. We ate velveeta, applesauce, crusty bread, pasties and apple strudel. We stopped in town before hand and picked up coffee from MacD's. We did all this to the sounds of the Blues from our Serius radio. I felt much better afterwards. And it was good I think for Monte to see what his dad loved most. We did this any chance we got and had a vehicle at our disposal. Maui, Squamish, Mt. Currie, Kamloops, Iceland, France and Europe and Britain. It was hard to get him to stay still!
Now it's Tuesday. I read your comment Arnie and yes, I definitely remember that particular episode. I was rocking Monte in my wee den and the tv was randomly on her show. You know, Monte and I were talking about that wire whisk and the spun sugar strands the cow made the other day and he actually remembers that! He also remembers the sassy words I said when I thought he was asleep. Apparently not.
I am in rough shape physically right now and its pissing me off. I would like to say its cuz I am getting old and I don't move more than 50 steps per day, but both of these ailments, painful ones I might add, started when I was five.
I can't move my left arm.....again. I have been through this many times. Sometimes it's my right arm. If I move it even slightly the wrong way its like a red hot poker stabbing into it and it doesn't go away for about five minutes. And my left ankle/foot has gone for a dump as well. I can hardly walk on it. That should only last a few days, the arm could be more than a couple of months. It's already been over a month. Grrrrrrr....(shovel list)
Well I must go stir my pot. Once in a blue moon Monte wants my spaghetti with the noodles cooked in the sauce. It's so good but not like real Italians make. In fact I have a suspicion I would be dealt with rather scathingly if one should happen upon my kitchen at the moment. But....this gooey delicious mess is a large step up, in sophistication, not necessarily flavour, from the one I used to make when I was a teenager. I would over boil the noodles then open a can of Campbell's tomato soup and dump it in. Thats it. No besmirching!!! Just undiluted soup and noodles. Yummmmm! Almost as good as mushy bread and baloney!!!! Methinks we are peasants!!!
Well that's it for today folks. Gotta get that kid of mine motivated. He has to go renew the parked insurance on his van. Ran out a few days ago and that is NOT a good idea. Stay safe, noodle and TTYL
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| THE GUEST OF HONOUR |
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| YUM! |
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| HIS EYES ARE CLOSED JUST LIKE HIS DAD. I DON'T THINK I EVER REALLY GOT A PIC OF BILL WITH HIS EYES OPEN. |
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| OUR VIEW |
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