Wednesday, February 7

Garbage Day

Good morning. I’ve been awake a couple hours. It’s 4:56 am now. I couldn’t sleep. I go up so as not to disturb Michael. It’s not uncommon for me to wake up like this. I’m an early to bed early to rise person. I like the stillness of the house in these early mornings. I relish my alone time. It’s strange being at this stage of life, knowing so many people who have died now, so many others struggling with health and cognitive issues, so many joint replacements and transplants. It feels like I’ve arrived on a new level, a new planet where there are all these different issues with aging and mortality. On our little street here this year a couple neighbors died, one is moving to an extended care facility, two others have been in the hospital, another has a full-time caregiver. All the other neighbors have cleaning services that come in. We’re still doing our own house cleaning and snow removal. 

Today is garbage day. We already got stuff gathered up yesterday. There were boxes and papers from the new TV soundbar and fireplace mantel that had to be thrown away, stuff from the fridge and a bunch of other stuff. It’s always good to get rid of stuff and clear out the clutter. We have been sorting through so much stuff at Mike’s mom’s house and there still are a few things remaining although the whole team of his family have been working at it for six weeks now. Mike is still dealing with the bills and tax issues of it. Life is about constant tending and shedding things you no longer need. That’s just the way it is.

I have things of my own I need to shed. Excess baggage weighs you down. I’ve been walking quite a bit the last couple days but I need to ramp it up with weights and some exercises. I need to be leaner and stronger. I feel like a big pillowy dumpling. I need to be smarter about being healthier. I’m having some heart / lung issues.  Soon I’ll be out working in the yard again so that’s good. At least the weather has cooperated the last few days and I’ve been able to walk comfortably. Thank goodness for 



1874 –

1963

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.



It always seems to me this time of year is moody, sullen and gloomy. We have days on end of overcast skies. There is always a lot of sickness going around. People with SAD are hold up in their houses being pissy. No wonder so many people leave this climate during these months. NEXT year I will be one of them! Until then I just have to make my own sunshine and rainbows!🌈 


I need to clean out my horrible messy old sewing basket today and also sort through my crochet bag. I need to get my instruments out and play them. I’m absolutely positive they’re pissed off at me for being stored on the shelf in the closet. I need to book the Tampa flights. Mike has been going to do it for weeks and I’m sick of him forgetting. I’ll just do it. I need to start planning out my yard plantings for spring. Things to keep me busy as idle hands are the devil’s playthings! 














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