Handley_Page
Draco interdum Vincit
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So sorry for your loss, Bear. *man-hug*
Rolf,
A large something for the man here; he's been absent far too long.
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So sorry for your loss, Bear. *man-hug*
And now I am alone . . .
I am fortunate to have had forty-six years of them.
Sitting on the sofa in front of the fire brooding over large brandy.
I shall share your brandy and sit in silence beside you. Share what you want, or sit in silence beside me. It's your choice.
*Sniffle . . . *
*Sniffle . . . *
I've begun slowly going through HM's things with the Cubette's help. It's amazing the things you find in the back of someone's closet that you never knew were there, like a guitar . . . and a cleaned, bagged choir robe from a church that I'm not sure which one it was. And this is her main clothes closet. Heaven knows what will appear when we get to the storage closet! I'm getting better . . .
It's a path to discovery, dear bear. You'll find yourself in there soon. Be strong, my friend.
And it's good of you to stop in and keep us in the loop. Thinking of you...
I've begun slowly going through HM's things with the Cubette's help. It's amazing the things you find in the back of someone's closet that you never knew were there, like a guitar . . . and a cleaned, bagged choir robe from a church that I'm not sure which one it was. And this is her main clothes closet. Heaven knows what will appear when we get to the storage closet! I'm getting better . . .
Bad news. I fear I'm about to lose my lover, my wife, my best friend in the world. She's declining rapidly and unlikely to regain enough strength to begin chemo. This has been such a horrible year . . .
And now I am alone . . .
Last Thursday I had a bleak need to go find some dark little watering hole where I could sit in a corner booth and brood. I checked the ratings on a number of local such and found one called the Red Leprechaun less than 10 minutes drive away. I went there and asked for a booth and the cute little waitress took me right over to one by itself. I ordered an Imperial Stout and a bowl of soup and settled down to solitary misery. But this is a neighborhood pub. Apparently misery is not permitted. I told the girl what had happened and . . . well, she essentially kept me company between fetching food and drink to the other patrons. Last night I took the Cubette there and much the same went on. I like this place. The menu is limited but what they do they do well. I think I have my own personal pub, at least until I move up to Portland in a year or so. Everyone has been so kind to a sad old bear. I am so grateful . . .
Neither do I! I restrict myself to two imperial stouts when I'm there, not a drop more. That with a full meal and care driving home is, I think, sufficiently safe. At least, I hope it is.