One day at a time...

08:48AM -- I still haven't finished moving everything around in the house yet. However, the living room is presentable/liveable. I put Larry's tv in the living room, and the small one will go in my bedroom as soon as I can manage to arrange everything the way I want it. I can only change things a little at a time before I become upset. It's hard living without him. *Had to stop writing for a while. Richard walked in and caught me crying. I don't like to cry in front of the boys, because they get upset.* Anyway...Because I now have too much free time on my hands, I've been doing a lot of house cleaning. I've been cooking dinner late at night so the boys have at least one homecooked meal (when they come in from work). I don't do it every night, but on average of 3 or 4 times a week. A lot depends on how I'm feeling. I've been sick the last week with sinuses. Then I was on Keflex (2000 mg's/day) to take care of the infection in my leg from where the elastic in a pair of Larry's sweatpants cut off the circulation and caused cellulitis on top of the infection. He sent me for an ultrasound to make sure there were no blood clots -- which there weren't any...thank God!

In the picture...(Left: Linda Center: Bonnie Right: Mom)
My mom and sisters try to get me out of the house on Saturday nights. I've stayed with Bonnie and mom at Bonnie's home because we all go to the Moose in Charlottesville. I always have a good time watching my mom. She dances more than any of us! The incentive for me here is that Bonnie lives just a short drive (on the way home) from the cemetery, so mom and I always stop by there on Sunday mornings when we leave Bonnie's to go home.

A few friends here in Lynchburg try to get me out of the house once or twice during the week. I'm usually out with them for a couple of hours before I come home. Sometimes, I make a loop around town just to make things more like they use to be. The only problem with that is Larry isn't waiting for me to come in the door and ask me what I'm doing home so early. I always -- always -- kissed him whenever I left the house, and we always told one another "I love you". Plus, he'd add for me to be careful and I'd tell him to call me if he needed me for anything. The small stuff...that's what I miss so much. The every day, run of the mill, routine stuff. God, I miss him... I keep a basket of Fall flowers with a cross, a USA flag, and an angel on his grave. I'll change the flowers to something Christmas-y after Thanksgiving.

I'll type more later...keep in touch!!!