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Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!

Monday, May 02, 2011

And ... she’s gone.

Our friend Christine told me at the fireside last night that after they took Nita off the ventilator, she breathed for 25 minutes on her own, then slipped away with a smile on her face and her hand in Larry’s.

I had two texts waiting for me after church yesterday, one from Dane and one from Secondborn. And I am so proud of my children’s loving responses on his FB page.

Ms. Tola, we had that promised storm blow through yesterday and last night. It’s colder than a bill collector’s heart out there. All of my window units are off, as are my ceiling fans. I need to check the forecast for later today so I will know what, if anything, to turn back on before I leave for work. And how to dress.

The fireside last night was amazing and deserves a post of its own. I am taking some leftover BBQ brisket to work for lunch today. I came home with a small baggie of it and two buns in another bag, plus maybe a tablespoon of crumbs left in the brownie pan.

Lost power overnight, 7:18 worth by the flashing clock. I’ve reset it by my cell phone.

Some knitting after church and at the fireside last night. Wonderfully soothing. Planning for more of the same today at lunch, and again tonight.

Not much else comes to mind, so will check the weather and go soak my head.

Nita’s family has requested no flowers and no casseroles brought in, but if you are minded to make a donation to your local food bank or another favorite charity, that would be a good thing.

Life is good. If you love somebody, tell them. Not grammatically correct, but you know what I mean.