It has been awhile since my last post, but it doesn’t mean I’ve been sleeping. Although I have slept during those hours, just not during all of them. My body odometer turned another year, I have taken multiple baby steps on my latest project and have concluded that I am ready to finish. From this point on all I want to do is to admire my completed work. The admiration will begin within the week.
I had a lovely time visiting with all three of my kids at the same time. They presented themselves as birthday gifts, and I absolutely loved it. The only one missing from the fun was their mother, but I know she was with us in spirit. On August 17th, I celebrate Barb’s twentieth year away from me. Thank God that among her last words to me were, “It’s time for you to move on with your life.” I’ve done my best, but it would have been infinitely better had we spent these past 7200 days together. Grief still appears out of nowhere, and now it comes from two directions, one from Barb and the second from Peggy. My dreams, however keep them separated from each other. I think that is a good thing.
Throughout the many visitors and celebrations I managed to continue taking baby steps on my work which I have decided to call “Libre” which translates from Spanish to “free.” I began reading again, but to give myself a vacation I have sworn off books by William Faulkner. He didn’t resonate with me. His writing style was good, but his vocabulary. dialect selection, and story lines were out of this world. I found myself hating to read. I completed “Go Down, Moses” and began a second story from the same volume called “Requiem For a Nun,” After one chapter I closed the book and returned it to the library where is will reside collecting dust until the end of time. In order to catch up with my reading goal, I have selected large print stories that were copyrighted in 2023. Both of them are stories about super human CIA warriors fighting battles in mid-eastern countries.
This morning I followed up on a pledge I made with myself to begin walking again. It wasn’t easy, but I did it. What amazes me when I am walking is that so many people pass me by. In my mind I am putting a lot of effort into speed walking, but in reality I must be doing the deed in slow motion. I guess I have to give up on competing with the youngsters, and forget about how fast I can cover the miles, and shift the focus on finishing.
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