YIKES! I AM REALLY ON MY OWN


I am moving...not even a "sold" sign mars the grass or distracts from the beautiful spring flowers.

I spend my remaining days here sorting through the memories of this place once called home to my family.

My friends are nowhere in sight nor does the jingle of the telephone intrude upon the great silence of the solitary remaining occupant of the yellow house on the corner with the big front porch and the screened in back porch.

My neighbors go on about their routines. I have given away my bag of suckers to the next door little ones who childishly equate my name with sucker.

This is the longest retreat I have been on in my life. Not like the religious retreats of my youth. This retreat is endless with only the calendar reminding me the day of the Big Move is almost upon me. I work like the silent monks and offer my sufferings to anyone who will listen...mostly God, who is still with me.

This could have been a move to a nursing home or worse. This is the first move I have freely and solely chosen. A new environment, a new community, an adventure to see if the world is really flat as it has been for awhile now or round and fully packed with new sights and smells and nurturing to my soul.

Not even a "sold" sign mars the beauty of the spring green grass and colorful flowers.

Friends are nowhere in sight nor do they call. My place has been filled even before I leave.

Days are filled with sorting through the stuff of my life

Nights bring bone weary slumber.

Daylight breaks, coffee perks, the rhythm of sorting, packing begins again

Familiar surroundings soon to be a memory but now is now the time to grieve.

The sunshine beckons to new scenery, new community, new hopes and dreams

Primary residence soon to be not Tennessee but the edge of the bay of Sarasota

My very first home chosen by me.

Sole Owner/ No Mortgage

Not even a "sold" sign mars the beauty of the spring green grass and colorful flowers.

Friends are nowhere in sight nor do they call.

I spend my days sorting through the stuff of my life.

I spend my nights in deepest bone weary slumber.

Familiar surroundings soon to be a memory.

Primary residence soon to be

My very first home chosen by me.

It is now less than two weeks until I move out of my home of twenty two years. I have cleared out almost all of the twenty five hundred square feet. I am worn out. I still care about the stuff of my life and have a need to keep some of the valuable, or sentimental items, so I am going to put these objects in storage.

Maybe that is what Florida is...a storage unit for old people who still see themselves as valuable and kept around for sentimental reasons. Grandma lives in Florida . Yahoo.

"She lives far far away and we will never have to visit her or deal with her" her daughter-in-law says. Yahoo. "Now we can visit with my wondrous family who are not in the least bit psycho like "HER" his mother. "

Lately, I dare not say one word...to anyone....I am so worn out...only Chris knows and loves me anyway and maybe more than ever.