Then I spent some time relaxing in my girl cave. Though I wonder if girl cave is the right name for it since all the blinds and windows are open, and sunlight is streaming into it. Larry never liked sunlit rooms. He kept his man cave truly cave dark at times. Which is one reason his urn is the corner under the table the peace lily sits on. I'm afraid it will explode or something if I sit it where sunlight is going to stream directly on it. The beautiful peace lily that came from Chris's friends is doing really well. I worried about it when I first sat the urn under it.
So far all has been quiet in his corner. Even after I sat the two little miniature roses on either side of the urn. I sit them out in the sunlight for a little bit each day. They will remain on either side of his urn when not in the sunlight, as long as they last. If they last very long, there those are some tough little roses. There is also a miniature rose in the big floral arrangement that came from everyone here at the Top of the Hill. It wasn't looking too well, so right now it is also sitting out on the deck getting a little sunshine. To Larry, they may have been damn weeds. To me, they are a source of great comfort right now.
As I write these words I am kicked back in my new blue denim colored swivel/rocker recliner I treated myself to for Mother's Day. It's a little wider than I need for me, but the price was right, and I really liked the color and how comfortable it is. Plus, I had my heart set on a swivel recliner so that I can sit in it and by swiveling, look out whatever window I want to. I plan to do as much relaxing as I can right now to recuperate from the hectic pace and stress I dealt with the past few months. This cozy comfy recliner is just the place to do some of that relaxing, and writing.
Writing has become very important to me again. It's a way to express and share the emotions I am going through, that helps me to deal with those emotions. I also hope that it might help others as well. Everyone's journey is different, but many of us share similar trials, and joys along the journey others can relate to. Right now I'm going through my version of widowhood. Widowhood BB style may not be the same as other women's style, but again, there will be some similarities and things that other widows can relate to. And it is nice to know that I am not alone, and to learn from others who have gone through this already that a lot of what I'm feeling is perfectly normal. It's so nice to know something about me is perfectly normal.
