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.
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