My Life’s New Chapter
Well, this past week has been a busy one. We are still doing things that will make the move to our new, â€œcottageâ€, easier. We will spend three nights in a small apartment the retirement home provides us, while the movers spend two days packing our stuff and then 2 days unpacking it. The one thing I know for sure: Our life will change radically. I know that some of you reading this have already made the change and are perfectly comfortable with it. I know because I have been in your home and witnessed the contentment on your face. But Iâ€™m confident you had apprehensions when the process started. So many things to let go, so many memories brushed aside, like the pollen collecting on our sidewalk.
My wife and I have gone from not eating out at all since March 2020, to eating out every day (dinner at the retirement community). I asked her the other day how it felt to know she would never have to cook another meal. She smiled, said nothing, but I could sense some sadness in her eyes. Sorta like me, knowing Iâ€™ll never mow another lawn, pick up pinecones and gumballs, or sit in front of my workshop after a hard dayâ€™s work and smoke my favorite cigar. Our new home is a â€œsmoke freeâ€ campus and â€˜cuffs await anyone that fractures that rule. I think the sadness comes from knowing that they are â€œlastâ€ things weâ€™ll do. Sadness comes in all forms, and some are much more impactful than others. We just have to know the difference. I wrote a missive on August 16, 2013, titled, â€œRemember Your First?â€, and itâ€™s about things like, first kiss, first sex, first time driving a car, etc. So, here I am now, writing about â€œLastâ€. Amusing and sad. If you would like to read it, then click here.
When all is said and done, we should be sleeping in our new cottage on April 22nd? Thatâ€™s when the newest chapter of our lives begins. When we sit down in the cavernous dining room to eat our dinner, I bring up the calculator on my smartphone and total up the calories for my meal (each item has it listed), and my selection is based on not allowing my total calorie count slide past 600. Maybe a little, but not by much ðŸ˜Š. So far, I have been able to keep my weight in check, but the fight has just started and thereâ€™s a lot of rounds left. Weâ€™ll see who won the fight in a year. I read an article online written by a woman who weighs over 400 lbs (here) and I felt so badly for her. With so much good food available, it is so easy to gain weight. Sometimes, I think it is like David fighting Goliath, without the slingshot. Anyway, the fight continues. I am determined that my family doesnâ€™t have to hire six of the strongest men from the local gym to carry me out of the church ðŸ˜Š.
My youngest great-granddaughter (Taylor-15) sent me a text the other day and said she wanted to write some missives for my website. I was delighted to tell her I would love for her to do that. I also informed her that 99% of my readers are adults and that she should write with that in mind. Who knows, maybe I have a budding writer in the family. I suggested she spend some time observing her grandmother (JoAnn) writing her missives for my website, and reading some of mine, to get an idea of what I post there. Hopefully, she will have something posted soon. Iâ€™ll keep you updated. Since September 2017, I have had 161,000 visitors to my website. Hopefully, a lot of them will read her missives.
JoAnn has a new missive titled,â€ Letâ€™s Play Fetchâ€ about cats here, and I have rotated some of my â€œWoWs from The Pastâ€ if you are interested.
Wherever you are on this wonderful planet, I hope life is as good for you as it is for me. I know I am blessed and Iâ€™m sure you feel the same. If you have the time, drop me a line, I would love to hear from youâ€¦. Tommy