It's been 9 days since I last beheld Sarah. Just a few more hours and we will be in the double digits...can I survive? Yesterday the rain left and today it was only cloudy, so has the rain left me too?
Today I tried to earn my keep, I really did. I took care of Dad and he seems to be doing great. He still sounded a little choked up when he mentioned Mother in his prayer tonight. I think he loves and misses her.
So this morning I pondered how to turn on the outside water since the valve is buried in dirt and so far down. It seemed to big of a challenge to dig it out. So I put on my thinking cap and it hit me...I drop home and retrieved the shop vac (Yes, I know. Sarah brought it to the marriage so give her the credit). Anyway, I stuck the hose down the hole and sucked up the dirt. It worked like a charm. The water is officially on.
Tonight while we watched TV, I restrung the bee lights from the porch and they work like a beacon beckoning you to come home. Mother, come see the bee lights. Sarah, come inspect them.
Also today the garage door started acting up and so I adjusted it. If it acts up again I may just have to pull out my hair.
So what if the smart people of the world are wrong. Maybe it only takes 14 days to create a new habit and not 21. They've told us 21 just to try to control us. Does that mean that at day 14, Sarah will no longer have the habit of loving me? I can't bear the thought. I will always remember you my love...now what color is your hear again?
Love ya,
KW
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