|Another Cornwall Rose Garden rose|
Ah, the weather could not be much more perfect outside than it is right now, for me anyway. It's cool and sunny, not even reaching 70°F. I just returned from a nice walk in Cornwall Park, since the buses are not running today, meaning I needed to just go out by myself and walk. I went to the coffee shop as usual but ended up with lots of extra time to decide how to spend my holiday. They aren't the same when you're retired.
Now it seems that the only thing I get out of a long three-day weekend like this is a disruption to my daily routine and the need to find alternate ways to exercise. It was lovely to be outdoors, in any event. And I managed to close two of my three exercise rings on my iWatch. Not too bad.
It occurred to me yesterday that it would have been my ex-husband's 80th birthday, if he had not died at the young age of 51. I wish I could have had a conversation with him about how it feels to get old, but he never had the chance to get there. I guess I'll have to wait until I'm on the other side to have that talk with him, since I got there without even trying.
|Me, surrounded by Chris, Mama, and Derald|
This is the only picture I could find that I have of Derald, along with my son Chris and my mother. It occurs to me that I am the only one in the picture who is still alive. It was taken at a Thanksgiving long ago at my sister Norma Jean's home in Michigan. I'm not sure of the actual year, but it was sometime in the eighties, I suspect. The mullet hairstyle I'm wearing, and hair that actually has color, sort of tells the tale. Now I'm older than Mama!