Prairie Dog Blog

Here are a couple of pictures of my bathroom. The sink and tub have been ripped out. After the work crew left I went into the room and I was talking it over with Suzie. My voice echoed around the hollow room. Today I felt like that bathroom, my insides all ripped out, hollow and in a state of disrepair.

The day started out fairly well. I got a phone call from Dad's Case Worker and he is going to take Dad to a hospital for an assessment. He will find Dad an appropriate place to live. It was a relief and I can stop worrying about my Dad now.

I had lunch with my friend, B., whose husband has final stage cancer. I enjoyed it and we agreed to get the old gang from King George V School together for another dinner. Most of us are retired now. (Or semi-retired, like me.) But we did talk about her grief and loss and she cried as she told me that her toddler grandson would miss her husband the most because they play basketball and soccer together. And suddenly I was remembering and missing him.

When I got home I took the dog for a walk and picked up some garbage in the neighbourhood. I often do that when I walk Suzie and I think I am getting a reputation as that crazy old lady who wears an ugly floppy straw hat and picks up garbage while walking the dog. The day was beautiful, blue sky and fluffy white clouds and I was missing him.

Shopping sometimes makes me feel good, so I went to Walmart and bought some new towel racks and a new bathmat for the new bathroom. And a Lucky Lines ticket and a Dairy Queen cone, two things that are almost guaranteed to make me feel better. Today they didn't help much.

Exercise usually cheers me up, so I did some aerobic exercise when I got home and suddenly I just started to cry. I was missing him like hell. I took out the scrapbook that Margot made for me last Mother's Day. She put in many pictures of her Dad with comments and some words from his blog. I laughed and cried as I looked at all the pictures and read the words out loud. I missed him like hell today.

Tomorrow may be a better day, but just for today I was sad.

A belated happy birthday to Rachel. Twenty-one! You go, girl! I added Mike and Char's new blogsite to my sidebar. Thanks to Jack for the wonderful picture of Margot at the Ousey BBQ and thanks to Gary for putting it in his blog. I was touched. Thanks to my sisters, Bunny for the card she sent me and Dee for making me feel that I'm needed.

Now I'm going to spend the rest of the evening reading his blog. Whenever I read it, I can hear his voice...

Take care and TATA...and PEACE.
Just For Today I Was Sad