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Sunday, February 13, 2011

Valentine's Day



Pictures: Linda and Mike's rescue- Suky (okay, I don't know how to spell her name, but she's a sweet heart...and she's a relative of Ruthie's)

Another first- Valentine's Day without Dave. Hmmmmmm, well I don't have to get a gift, but I also won't get one. It's not that big of a deal really. Valentine's Day really wasn't a huge thing for Dave and I, although he did give me flowers through the years....mostly roses. I always dried them out and I have them in 2 glass containers which includes the flowers from my wedding bouquet ( or they dried themselves out). Tim came over yesterday and we got Dave's car going again... got it out of the snow, oil change and a new battery. I went through the "junk" Tim took out and found 2 pair of Dave's gloves, some cassette tapes and cigarettes. That made me cry. Isn't that kinda strange? The holiday doesn't bother me, but some of Dave's things .... oh well, it has to be done. Now I have to get a detailing on the car and it's up for sale. It's in the 40s today with occasional wind, I plan to have small fire tonight for Dave.

I went to GR Friday night to see Linda. We made margaritas and ate lots of good food. Just hanging out with her and her three dogs was great fun. It seems sorta strange when I drive to GR now, not long ago I use to be there 2 to 3 times a week.

I made a big pot of chili a couple hours ago and its simmering. Next I'll finish laundry and some cleaning, get the recycling and trash out and then it's chili and a fire for me and the dogs.


peace, love, groove

3 comments:

  1. It's those little, ordinary, inconsequential things that can really tug at your heart sometimes. That's the way love is.

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  2. I have a casio keyboard Dave played I will never sell now!

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  3. Yes, you are in "the year of firsts". I remember being in Africa last year and reading your blog, and here I am again reading your blog. It is the small things, the personal things that will make your wistful for one more touch, one more warm breath caressing your cheek. Hard times, not ours to ask why, just to live it.

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