About 9:30 Sunday morning, Jim and I walked my rural road. Overcast- the air moist and heavy, pregnant with the portent of rain. The wind sang and danced the oak leaves in races across the driveway and roads. Change hung in the air. The seasons change. Our relationship changed.
Over tears and hugs we’ve talked and made hard decisions-diverted
paths. For the foreseeable future, I am taking on long neglected
projects, keeping promises made, that belong to a property owner with a
lifetime of accumulated “stuff” and responsibilities.
My first task will be to join a genealogy class and finish a promise
made to my mother who worked hard before she died to get five
generations with proofs to register and publish in the Latter Day Saints
Genealogical Library in Utah. A task entrusted to me that I must do.
My house in Oregon, a book I started to write, other promises to
myself, my family and just realizing that in every life, nothing is more
constant than change. I’m looking forward to changing the way I live
more toward Jim’s philosophy. He says he only knows one way to live, and
that is “one day at a time.”
We care about each other and hope to travel together in the future.
We will maintain a loving friendship and I will do my part to accomplish
my long put off tasks. And he will embrace his favored lifestyle
without me for an unknown period of time. He estimates 5 years, I
estimate 2 years. But, we shall see.
I was married for 40 years before my husband died. Then I had a wonderful companion for 4-1/2 years that also ended in death.
And, now, the future seems uncertain and deciding on separate paths
has been one of the hardest things I have ever done. This transition was
not a decision made lightly, but with respect, consideration and
heartache, too. And we wanted everyone to know that we aren’t throwing
rocks at each other.
I also want you to know that Jimmy the rat kicked me off our blog!! Dang!
Well, not exactly. He has long felt that my rants don’t belong on a
travel blog. So, for those of you who are inclined to follow my blogs
you can reach me on http://marysramblins.blogspot.com.
When I travel I will blog on all three sites, blog spot, SF. Chronicle
and Jim and Mary. The Chronicle automatically puts my blog on FB where
it reaches my back East relatives.
Jim threatened to post all the pictures he has taken of me over the
years. I have plenty of his photos, too, but not all of them are in one
file. But I did go through a bunch of favorites.
My first bouquet of flowers from Jim. .
What a ham.
The Planner. Always charting our way with precision.
Biking the canals in Yuma.
The not so subtle message that it is too cold in my house.
He took care of me during my shoulder surgery, helping me get dressed everyday and tending to my every need.
Opening up fresh oysters on the barbeque. (Notice the hammar)
Always the ham. We had so much fun.