I’m picking up a
headboard and two end tables which will be utilized as night stands. I did some
shopping on eBay to find the perfect mid-century furniture that matches the
teak & cane high-boy inherited from my father-in-law, Connie. This will change
our master bedroom into my bedroom, two years after Paul died in that room.
I never thought I
would be one of those women. The lady that sits in the same pew every Sunday.
Pale blue suit purchased in the previous century. Life dances in her eyes and every song sung
without a hymnal as each is memorized from a lifetime of worship. Her wedding
band still on her left ring finger.
A woman like
Grandma Dwyer that attended church, kept her house, praised God and the good
man who died decades ago. Did not drink, fool around, date, swear, or be
anything other than a lady. Grandma
passed away in her nineties with her husband still in her heart and on her
lips.
No. I never thought
I would be one of those—a widow that remained true to a memory.
Today’s Menu:
Breakfast: ½ c Rasin Bran w/ blackberries
and almond milk. Coffee with agave syrup
and almond milk.
Snack: Homemade trail mix with tons
of raw nuts, dried cranberries, and candied ginger.
Lunch: Wonderful Portabella
mushroom sandwich at Cornerstone Restaurant, J Street Sacramento.
Snack: Fresh blackberries and
peanut butter.
Dinner: Pho noodles with left over
Tofu skin, sprouted mung beans & flax seeds
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