I couldn't write to you for so long because the tears wouldn't stop. Now I'm going to try and tell you about my days - and also ask you what I should do about the people in my life who have no clue how much my heart hurts.
I was invited to a certain someones house for Thanksgiving. The matriarch of the clan was in charge of the food and I arrived with the stuff to make roasted spuds for my son - you know how much he loves them. As soon as I put the spuds and baking dish on the kitchen table, I was met with a tirade of "I already made mashed potatoes - we don't need roasted potatoes - it's too much food - why do we have to have two kinds of potatoes? -there is no room in the oven - and on and on and on. This displays of ill manners went on for 30 minutes. How sad. Where I was raised, if someone bought a dish for the meal it was welcomed with open arms - even if it was pureed baby spinach! Some people are just plain rude! I will not go to any of her candlelight suppers again.
I was asked what I would like for Christmas - the first Christmas without my darling. I decided that I needed a new bird bath as the other one is falling to bits. The person who asked me about the gift asked me twice - so I don't believe that there was any confusion. What I got for Christmas was an egg poacher. I have a stinking feeling that it was a gift that they didn't want and passed on to me. Hey HO! - I'll try putting it in the garden but don't think the birds will be thrilled. AND - I shall go and buy my own bird bath - Merry Christmas Folks!
I sold your car - I didn't want to but it seemed such a waste of money to keep paying the insurance. I watched it drive down the road and cried a million tears.
I closed the bank account for our granddaughter and sent her a cheque. She hasn't called!
I am hoping to find a handyman to come and clean the gutters out - they are full of leaves and we are supposed to be in for some heavy rain for the next month or so.
I talked to D the other day and I might drive to Tucson to visit her - she is the one person who can hold my broken heart.
I was invited to a certain someones house for Thanksgiving. The matriarch of the clan was in charge of the food and I arrived with the stuff to make roasted spuds for my son - you know how much he loves them. As soon as I put the spuds and baking dish on the kitchen table, I was met with a tirade of "I already made mashed potatoes - we don't need roasted potatoes - it's too much food - why do we have to have two kinds of potatoes? -there is no room in the oven - and on and on and on. This displays of ill manners went on for 30 minutes. How sad. Where I was raised, if someone bought a dish for the meal it was welcomed with open arms - even if it was pureed baby spinach! Some people are just plain rude! I will not go to any of her candlelight suppers again.
I was asked what I would like for Christmas - the first Christmas without my darling. I decided that I needed a new bird bath as the other one is falling to bits. The person who asked me about the gift asked me twice - so I don't believe that there was any confusion. What I got for Christmas was an egg poacher. I have a stinking feeling that it was a gift that they didn't want and passed on to me. Hey HO! - I'll try putting it in the garden but don't think the birds will be thrilled. AND - I shall go and buy my own bird bath - Merry Christmas Folks!
I sold your car - I didn't want to but it seemed such a waste of money to keep paying the insurance. I watched it drive down the road and cried a million tears.
I closed the bank account for our granddaughter and sent her a cheque. She hasn't called!
I am hoping to find a handyman to come and clean the gutters out - they are full of leaves and we are supposed to be in for some heavy rain for the next month or so.
I talked to D the other day and I might drive to Tucson to visit her - she is the one person who can hold my broken heart.
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