After July 7, 2014 I will be more alone than I have ever been in my entire life. June 1 of this year is the date given to my parents and my daughter and her two children to move into their own places. This will give Gary and I, 36 days alone with our son until he leaves for the Marines.
Gary and I will be the only ones in a rented two-story 5 bedroom 2 1/2 bath home. We will move. We need to get rid of, pass on, sell or trash a lot. I can not stand to think of Gary hauling my things and trying to stuff them into a little place.
We talked about what all we will do. How we will fill up the days working, the nights and weekends cooking together,or trying out a new place to get a drink or appetizer. Whatever! I know at first I will be a crying mess and he will be my consoler. Sometimes, I wish he cried and I was the comforter. Ha!
Yes, of course, there is a whole exciting list on the computer for us to have fun with. Jumping out of an airplane, hang gliding, bee-keeping, same-room sex, (we have only been with each other since we got married,but all the young people seem to be doing outlandish sexual acts so this went on the list-probably not considered wild at all), taking time off from work to travel and blog about our experiences, and other things that I can not remember because I am crying or feeling sick to my stomach or all at the same time.
Is there a vitamin for PLEASE DON”T SEE ME CRY MY HOUSE IS GOING TO BE EMPTY? ?????????
(Just got a text from Gary that he emailed a new list)
Well. He is amazing! He made frugal living and the sustainable home sound fun together. I am so proud of him. Basically, don’t have a luxury until we get our farm, but still enjoy dates and working hard together and making the two of us closer than ever.
So off my poor me pity pot. Shoving some sunshine up my ass. Day 89! I will see what I accomplish today!