Shopping Fever

What is it about widowhood that makes me want to purge...out with the old, in with the new.

This week I bought new bedroom furniture, a new box spring and mattress, a few new clothes...and a car! Seriously. I'm cancelling the car. This is getting ridiculous.

It's like I'm trying to make up for something...like my old life is over, so I may as well have a shiny new one. At this rate, I'll be broke before the end of the month. This month...the one that ends tomorrow.

Best Friends Forever

Sometimes I am absolutely astonished. The day before yesterday was one of those days.

After work, I noticed that I had a voicemail. The message says, "Hey, it's just me. Haven't heard from you in awhile. I thought we were best friends forever. Give me a call when you get a minute."

hmm. Now that's interesting. I got a card from her after Mike died with a pretty generous donation. Her husband showed up at my house about a week later to give his condolences. Then nothing. Amost 8 months. Nada. Best friends forever.

Fortunately for me, I really do have best friends forever. Two of them are my girls. The rest watch over me like hawks. They moved furniture to the 3rd floor when Mary and the kids were coming home. They helped me paint. They took me out to dinner. They paid for the lunch after the service.

I didn't call her back.

The new job

So far, so good. It's a part-time job and although it's still in the financial industry, I don't think it's going to be as stressful as the last one. In this position, I can actually talk to the clients without worrying about recorded lines, QA, accurate timeframes, average handle time, scheduled breaks, or what my hair looks like after wearing a headset most of the day.

It was a little difficult getting up on Monday knowing I had to go to work, but most of the difficulty was due to recovery from the week-long party we had at camp.

It will be good to have some structure and normalcy.

The Visitor

I'm spending the week at camp. On Wednesday, we had a visitor...just in time for Wine Night at my site. The kids and a few friends were all visiting for the night, but it's a little unnerving being at camp alone with the grandkids now.

On another note, Mike and I owned (own) a couple of golf carts. His was white, mine is red. I like mine, but it doesn't want to stay running. It died twice on me this week. I had to leave it down by the office yesterday and hopefully one of my boys can get it back up to the site and see if they can get it fixed. I still have his, but this is stuff that he would have taken care of.

Camping makes me miss him more...like I don't miss him enough already.

Independence Day

Fitting. It wasn't very emotional, which kind of surprised me. I did seem to be pissed off most of the day...for 2 days actually. Mike used to handle stuff. For our large italian family reunion, he made sure we had the burner and the large pot with the lid. He made sure there was propane in the tank. He knew what time to start the water for the pasta (al dente is very important in a large italian family like this one).

So, this year, Jason was responsible for making sure we had the burner and the propane. He forgot, so I made him go get everything. Kim was responsible for the large pan. She was 1 hour and 45 minutes late...which put off the entire dinner.

Stuff likes this only makes me miss him more.