She's Not Here

Whenever I am reorganizing and freeing up space in the garage, it's always just a matter of time before she'll come calling. Or I'm on the computer writing or catching up on the news, it never fails that an urgent honey do was just about due. She's been visiting relatives for the last two weeks. She's got two more weeks before she returns home to me. More than expected, I felt her absence the very first week. Several times I have caught myself waiting to be interrupted. Often I've had to readjust or reprogram my mind; "Home alone". I say to myself, "Oh wow, she's not here", and resume my activity. In 45 years of marriage, we have never been separated this long. Realistically, for the first time, I am missing her in a whole new way. In 45 years, I've never missed her this long, this much, this way. I'm niether bored nor lonely, because I always have plenty to do. I have been gathering and eatting more tomatoes since she's been gone. I suspect I'll be eatting crowder peas and zucchini before she gets home. I wish she could have seen me gathering peaches and nectarines today. I can't deny; I've eatten more ice cream than I should; but I'm not all bad. Why, a couple of days ago, I made a very tasty peach/nectarine smoothie. I must confess; I just have to say; I kid you not; and believe me when I say. I will welcome her return and not be sad when things return to normal. But I'm 'tickled pink' that since she's been gone, the phone hardly rings anymore!! 72717FBPS