Sorting It Out, I Hope

Good morning,
      Today won’t be another spent hugging the sofa; not that I’m complaining about days with the World Wide Web in my lap. It’s just that leaving the house feels like a great hassle.

     Days padding around the house replaced last year’s spent in bed bawling my eyes out. Healing from the worse experience in your life is like healing from disease; duh, I just figured that out.

     My life, our life was never easy.  It’s funny; we knew some very fortunate people who complained constantly. As long as I knew Kirt Carr he never was a complainer, and God gave him much to complain about.

     Fear, pain, and sorrow tie me to negative energy. Letting go of my yesterday will come when today becomes a reasonable substitute. How morose can I sound?

     This is not me! I’m the adventurer. I fascinated my husband because I was always getting into something. In later years Kirt was not only content to endorse my quests; he actively participated. He was one of the best dog show husbands ever!

     Not to digress, but 90.3 FM has the best jazz in Puerto Rico. A tremendous trumpet and a bawling sax make it impossible to not be kind of positive. My Honey’s head would be bobbing while his eyes searched the lake for fresh activity. This morning’s jazz offerings have been perfect.

     Actually, the jazz energy has motivated me to want to go out to tonight for a trumpet and a sax.