Several times during the day, I’ll see a picture of Mike, and feel I could walk around any corner and see him there. Four months being apart, would make no difference. I see his face and just yearn to reach over and touch it.

My fear is many years will pass, with me yearning to be with Mike again, and I will have never learned how to go on living. I’ve met people like this, and have felt so sorry for them. They spent the rest of their life in sadness and misery. I know Mike wouldn’t want me to do this. So I keep fighting to go on and I am writing to share a few of these adventures.

I planted a few plants today in flower pots on my porch. I don’t know if I can stay in this house, but loving to garden, I figured my pots could travel with me wherever I end up.

I also bought some caulking. This job has been on the honey-do list for three years now. I guess we’ll find out how good of a job I can do. Goodness knows, if the house needs to sell, this isn’t going to hurt getting done….at least if I do an okay job.

I also had my first experience the other day using Mike’s drill. I was up on a ladder outside and decided to move something, and without anyone around to discourage me, I figured I would be the only one to know if I messed up…. which I didn’t. :)

I got my passport in today but don’t know if I’ll ever use it. It was just something Mike and I had planned on doing, and I figured…why not go ahead?!

I also am trying to get in better health. My doctor placed me on a "special" diet to avoid taking additional medication.  I'm being given a couple of months to see if I can make a difference.  I figured chances aren’t great in following it. So, I reasoned that exercise may help, and I got a new exercise DVD while I was with my sister in Texas. It is suppose to help you “dance” the pounds and inches away, and goodness knows I could use that! 

I’ve always been a “Dancing With the Stars” enthusiast. And....taking dancing classes for several years in my youth, I figured this might be fun…more fun than avoiding ice cream or sweets. But let me just say, the “Cha-Cha”, is kicking my backside! My got-up-and-go, must have left several years back. I lose energy as fast as I can say the name “Cha-Cha”! And every morning afterwards, I feel like a freight train hit me, so I must be WAY out of shape! And don’t worry, I won’t be going to any clubs to embarrass you, or me! Just my Cocker Spaniels think I’ve totally lost my mind!

And maybe I have……………………………………:)