What makes me "me"

What makes me "me"
My hood - my peeps - my dog!

if everyone else is blogging why can't I?

So I meet this woman in my town, and turns out she's a blogaholic.

Heyyy says I, you mean you just start a blog, or in her case several blogs and thats all there's to it? Yup, says she, you can share opinions, wax editorial over things that seem important at the time and babble publicly!

Sounds good to me! I have a story to tell, several actually.

So here goes, my first venture to blog on the big www world wide whine!

Tuesday, 23 April 2024

Oh give me a home…🎵

🎶 one of the sweetest sounds in nature, clear, joyful, with a volume that spoke of its enthusiasm is the Meadowlark.

And this bright sunny morning it was singing its heart out, competing with a chorus of Robins.  What a great way to greet my day.

Well dear readers, its been a year since my Mac departed on “the journey from which no man returns”.  I thought I would melt into my sorrow.  Diminish, find no hope, no joy in life.  But, apparently the Lord had other plans for me. And following my heart and what I knew deep down I needed to do, I moved back to the prairies.  I am so grateful I did!

Casey -  my fat cat, and I are almost totally unpacked.  What I can’t  find, is the power cord, keyboard, mouse and backup power supply for my computer!  Never fear, I will continue to search.  

And now, I’m in my cozy abode, had my first overnight visitor, made new friends, reunited with long time friends, and am loving my new home.  Dare I say? I am happy!

This morning when I woke up, I thought, “wonder what time Mac will be home?”.  Strange, but not strange.  Yes, I am meeting people, but he is always around.  I miss the big dude, miss sitting beside him watching tv, listening to music.  But as I move forward on this new road, I think he’d want me to have fun, go out, laugh and celebrate! 

I told a good friend I was considering joining the Seniors centre here:  exercise equip, a cafeteria, classes, a community,  His response?  “Seniors?  You are way too immature to be a senior!”  Lol.  Although when I look in the mirror first thing in the morning, and don't recognize the old gal looking back, I think he's right!

So now in my new city, I go for lunch once a week, and dinner on Fridays with “the crew”.  Its fun, they are really nice people!  Very interesting people, and they look out for me.  Thru this past year my circle of support has grown.  I drop in for cinnamon buns and bagels, get in invited for lunch, or ice cream.  Its great! And makes me feel vital and alive.

I’ve definitely changed over the past year, becoming more self reliant and occasionally brave.  Asking for a table for one is no longer crushing.  I’ve been so long out of the “dating scene” that a man opening the car door for me, or asking if I’d like to meet for an ice cream sundae is absolutely thrilling!  Things that were important in the past, have shifted.  My mental well being is now first and foremost, heck I sang Karaoke for the first time ever a couple of weeks ago!  New day, new me?

 Yup, and I don’t feel guilty for having fun.  Ok I may scold myself over another mega ice cream bar…lol but I’m happy.  And I deserve to be.  Looking forward to the road ahead, and whatever that holds.

 “At the end of the day, let there be no excuses, no explanations, no regrets.”