Reginas letters and cards

In my continuing effort to clean out the house, my sister and I ran across A treasure trove of letters and cards that Regina wrote to me when we were engaged. They date from 1970-71. I reread them a bunch of them made me smile while a few made me a bit sad.

She died A bit over three years ago. I miss her every day. Still wear my wedding ring. As far as I am concerned, we are still married. She was a treasure for sure! 😊

 Just chugging along, trying to get through this covid thing. Did doctor stuff today. Waiting for second inoculation. Watching the Body Guard. Used to be my favorite Kevin Costner film. 

Growing weary of all the nonsense on the news regarding Covid. No one can make up their minds. Masks no masks, mandatory 6 feet apart. No one pays attention. Science, doctors, everyone has an opinion. My sister works for the health department. I will trust her judgement before anyone elses.

Grateful for Judi's visits.been pretty much alone since last march. I'm lucky I like my company😃

Still clearing out

 This is freaking incredible. I can't believe that a 2 story townhouse can hold so much junk. Judi came over today and we continued to clear out decades worth of paper and momentos. Amongst the stuff I found was a plaque given to me by the Cub Scouts for "devoted and untiring work back in 1991.

I also have several cartons more of books to get rid of.My head spins at the thought of this continuing project. There are some candidates who might take the books. I have a nephew who is interested in the Civil War. Also there may be a possibility of donating many of my volumes to the local Civil War Roundtable.

Clearing out!

 Judi has been very helpful in helping me clear out the debris of living in the same house for forty years. It is hard for me because of all the memories attached to everything I look at. 

The more stuff, I get rid of, the easier it will be for Judi to unload the house and whatever contents remain.

Besides, the more stuff we get rid of, the easier it will be for the painters. Once the house is painted, I will restart the maid service. I find it difficult to motivate myself to keep the place "Spic and Span", it is much easier to write a check once a month.

Compression Socks are a pain!!

One would think that if a doctor prescribes something, it should exist, right? Well in my case I have a problem. Apparently, I have a circulation problem in my legs causing edema. In other words, blood is not returning to the heart as it should.. So I have to do two things. Lie prone for 45 minutes 4 times a day to allow blood to flow from my feet to my heart and secondly wear compression socks. So I get the right size and pressure to find out I can't get them on.

...... I had to order a sock donner to help me get the socks on. I finally got the knack of that to discover the darn socks are too long. The top binds at the back of my knee cutting off circulation which means, I'm a prime candidate for a blood clot. So for now, I am using standard diabetic socks. For the moment that plus reclining in my Lazy boy is keeping the edema in check. A doctor my sister knows, says I can get them custom made for around a hundred dollars a pair. So on Monday, I will make some calls. Everything in life is a project, I swear!! 

Life of an Octopus!!

My sister Judi told me about a special on PBS about life with an Octopus. I watched it and heartily recommend it to everyone. Turns out they are fascinating creatures. The cephalopods actually responded in an affectionate way to the scientist's daughter. He had built a salt water tank in his living room so he could observe it. Great TV.

Maine

Judi and I recently spent a week in Southport. Very calm reflective time. Had a lot of  Fish and clam chowder. Lobster doesnt do it since it blows up my gout. But it was great to visit again.

We stayed away from the town center because its way to touristy now. Parking is horrible. Only good for trips to buy fudge and ice cream. We get our regular supplies at a Hannafords outside of town.

We stayed at a cottage built in 1790 called Barnacles. Memories were bittersweet. Its the same place where Regina and I stayed the last time we were in Maine.