A beautiful Evening

I took Barry to see two of his sisters at a restaurant about equidistant from us. It was nice.

Driving there, it rained and sunned. I had forgotten just how beautiful and rural most of Michigan really is. The clouds were pastel and dramatic. Everything is green and growing quickly. The farmers should have a really good year. The corn is really tall. Living in Lansing and watching the U-Hauls carry away the tax base made me forget how physically gorgeous Michigan is. And it is becoming more so because Mother Nature is reclaiming a lot of land nobody wants to invest in. Forests are coming back in areas that had been cleared for potential development. Investors’ losses amount to hunters’ increased potential for a seven-(or whatever-) pointer.

It was very nice. The sister I thought might be mad at me doesn’t seem to be at all. I am so numb socially at times. This is where I wish I was more socially aware. She wants us to come up north and visit. I’m not sure Barry could handle an overnight visit. He has a hard enough time sleeping in his own bed. The reason he is doing as well as he is is because I put as little stress and as few expectations on him as possible. But if he knows a couple days ahead of time, we can meet somewhere for a few hours. But it’ll likely never occur to me to initiate it. I just focus on keeping Barry up and running one day at a time.

I gave my blog address to one of them. It will be weird knowing that they know I am not really a Christian anymore. It’s a strange situation, but an inevitable one. People will find out eventually. At any rate, it feels good to not be stuck.


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About cdhoagpurple

I have an MBA, am married to a GM/UAW retiree with Huntington's Disease. I am more Buddhist than Christian. I plan on moving to Virginia when widowed. I have a friend''s parents that live down there and another friend living in Maryland. I am simplifying my life in preparation for the eventual move.Eight years ago, my husband had stage 4 cancer. I am truly "neither here nor there." My identity shifts and I am always surprised where I end up. 2015 was my hardest year ever. This is my Dark Night of the Soul. Welcome to it.

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