Even though I’ve had much advice on the subject since my husband passed away in December.
Well intentioned comments such as, “Hey, you might want to take a happy pill. My cousin did after her spouse passed away”.
“Thanks. Much appreciated,” I respond, gritting my teeth.
A good yoga class is my pill of choice.
Or another one of my favorites, “I’m concerned that you’re wearing black all of the time”.
“Haven’t you noticed I’ve been wearing black for decades?” I mutter to myself later when I’m alone.
And I really love the color black because:
1) It doesn’t show dirt.
2) When your rushing for the bus, you don’t need coffee to match up a black top with black pants.
3) And my favorite reason, black’s supposed to make you look slim.
So why would I ever change?
Except that black attracts corgi hair (which sticks like super glue).
And I have two corgis.
Anyway, the advice I’ve actually been seeking from friends relates to my ’50 by 60′ bucket list.
They’ve been great idea people for additional items to add.
I also scribbled down a few more of my own this week:
-Hanging with cowboys and cowgirls at a rodeo.
Two activities that have always intrigued me.
Maybe because there’s beauty in motion?
Or I just read two many stories as a kid.
When I met with friends yesterday, they were even more enthusiastic than me when I brought these latest ideas up.
And they also offered up two of their own.
Mountain climbing in Peru, and crazy as it sounds, square dancing.
Now Peru won’t fit into my peanut butter budget this year, but I’ll definitely encourage them to go.
As to square dancing?
Sure! Why not?
I haven’t ‘dosey doe-d’ since I was seven in gym class.
In fact, I’m going tonight.
So as I sign off to get ready, I’m thinking maybe this post was about a “G” word after all.
I’m thankful I have friends who truly care.
And I’m so grateful for having a new path in life to dance.