New Year's Day

On New Year's day, my Roomie died. Some time after midnight he slipped away in his sleep. When you get down to the nitty-gritty of it, that's a pretty fine way to go - in your sleep & in your own bed! He was 81 & worried about losing his driver's license this year when it was supposed to renew. He was often sad that he & Bill were the only two still alive out of his group of friends that met at Mcdonald's at 6:30 AM & totally pissed about the new mayor!

He was also happy - most of the time - that I moved back into this crappy little house although I didn't want to do it! Just a few days ago he told me I was a royal pain in the ass but I sure wasn't cheap. He even agreed that life was a little more exciting with me around.

The Hovel is so quiet without him in it. He used to vacuum, take out the garbage, hang the wash, clean the bathtub & carry in the groceries. There used to be chatter, toilet flushing, dish washing, fridge opening & closing. There was no one to say goodnight to last night. And I miss him already.

Today, a friend called me up & told me to get in gear & meet him for coffee. We spent an hour & a half laughing about how life smacks us around & changes the plans we make. I whined a little & he let me. Little Ron is so supportive when he's not talking religion or politics  .  .  .  .  he got me out & I bless him for it. 

Knitting - Not a damn stitch today although I got my spinner out. It sits next to the bin of Romney roving I want to spin for winter mitts. I intend to make another pair of Spirogyra - to my elbows!!!