Labor Day

Labor Day makes me think of being a child with the knowledge that school starts in a couple of days. Even as an adult, I used to get a feeling of pleasure thinking about notebooks, paper, pencils and text books.

This year I feel sorrow. As I watch the leaves fall, I think of how Ron and I usually worked together to rake them into mounds, pile them into the wheelbarrow and dump them back in the woods. Not this year.

Yesterday got emotionally bad for me. Ron's absence was glaringly apparent, and by late afternoon until I went to bed, I did a lot of crying.

The ups and down of grieving surprise me a little. When I have a day or two where, for the most part, I'm pretty good, it blindsides me to have a hours like I did yesterday where the pain is overwhelming.

I'm back to sleeping on the couch. I'll have to stop that by the end of this week because Tony moves in Saturday and when he gets home from work at 12:30 AM, he'll want to relax before going to bed by watching TV.

I may go shopping up to Crossgates today. It will be something to do, and I need a few things for winter. I may have to pay full price but the choice of boots and coats will be at its highest right now. I also need a few household things from Target.

Watching the news about Swine flu is scary. It's already making a big negative impact on college campuses. I suspect before to long, we'll see people in grocery stores and shopping centers wearing masks.

Time to start my day.