(Man working hard - please interrupt at once)
Jobs are beckoning in the garden and the remaining member of 'the heavy mob' will soon arise from his inactivity and from the ashes to tackle some much needed renovations, screaming at him whenever he passes them by. With the warmer weather coming it will be a pleasure to venture outside again and do some destructive and creative work. I'm not sure which I prefer, destructive or creative, but I do like using that power kango breaker. I will post some of these projects as they arise.
Also I have a major project at my daughter's and son-in-law's house in Bath to share with his mother, also a recent widow, just three months after my loss which was equally tragic. We have a large hedge to demolish and some extensive gardening alterations which we can share. Perhaps we should clone ourselves into a small army - boy, don't we need them!
On Saturday 26 April a year will have passed since my darling wife, Maria, was taken from me. We had been married for 40 years. During her illness and when she passed I felt as if I had been hit with a sledge hammer, and still do sometimes, but the distressing flashbacks are becoming less frequent. Quite frankly, I did not feel like doing anything right up until now, since my heart was not in gardening or extensive house cleaning or in anything, barring the absolute essentials of life. Gradually I am getting my life together and I hope things will become a little easier once the first anniversary has passed. But life is very lonely.
Last year was very difficult and I dreaded being in the house by myself, but fortunately something told me to contact our local Dial-A-Ride service last July, just two months after Maria's death. I had worked there four years ago for a while and I was astounded when the manager said the day before a paid driver had walked out and would I be interested in a six week contract. I said, "Yes, when do you want me to start?". He said, "Tomorrow, four days a week!". It was as if Maria had been bossing the angels about because I had been prompted to approach Dial-A-Ride at exactly the right moment.
Further, my son secured a job without even having to try! He had been looking for menial work for about three weeks, with no success and he was getting a bit depressed. He wanted something to earn some money while he studied for his Open University Degree. Out of the blue, my next door neighbour, who runs a computer company, approached him and offered him more than a job, in fact a career! He loves the work and it is entirely complimentary with his degree work. He is doing very well there and they are all pleased with him. Strange - I wonder if Maria somehow had a hand in that? Also, the other day I was looking for a new shower curtain and couldn't find one. Something prompted me to open a cupboard door and when I opened it guess what fell out all by itself and landed on the floor? Yes, a new shower curtain! Isn't that amazing! I would not have been surprised if her handwritten note was attached to it saying, "What took you so long? . . . . . and here is a list of things you need to do!"
Anyway, that Dial-A-Ride job lasted much longer than 6 weeks. In fact they wanted me for 5 months and I loved it! It got me out of the house and gave me a focus and you will imagine what fun I had with the passengers. They miss me dreadfully. because regrettably, there is not sufficient resource available for me to continue there as a regular paid driver. Two ladies cried! Several complained I was leaving! But I still drive for them as a volunteer every Friday and I always look forward to that. It was rather similar to my Ambulance days with the interaction of patients which was nice. Always I loved making them laugh. I am looking around for something to keep me out of trouble for about 2 days a week.
In October I was blessed with the birth of my first grandchild, Peter, who is now six months old and doing very well. He started life at 7 lbs and now he is 17 lbs and growing fast. Hasn't he got beautiful big blue eyes? He is so alert, lively and inquisitive and likes giving big, sloppy wet kisses - Aww! dribble, dribble! He had his first piano lesson the other day, walking up and down the keys! What a horrible noise. I can see he is going to break a few hearts later, can you?
It is such a shame that Maria did not see him - she was so looking forward to the grands. Yet somehow I think she is smiling as she looks down from Heaven.
So, hopefully I can soon start to enjoy life again to the full, and give it a TEN out of TEN
Until the next time!