As expected I am slowing down considerably as the time goes by, so PR is struggling through his daily classroom lessons.
Today is taxes. I mean really, for so long we’ve had our separate areas of expertise and now he’s gonna get stuck with all of it. Hopefully the house will sell soon and his life will be much easier.
So here’s my question: Can I still be the boss? Will he be able to hear me correcting him if he’s taking a wrong turn?
After all, he’s my bestest friend in the whole world and I just wanna make sure he’s okay and doesn’t revert back to stupid single guy stuff.
He already knows that frozen/canned/boxed foods are barely edible so again, thank you friends and neighbors for all the goodies you drop off here.
Sarah and Tim Hulser… a CRATE FULL OF LIVE MAINE LOBSTERS! Couldn’t have enjoyed those more for sure. Thank you so much!
So back to my hubby who is doing such a fabulous job taking care of his ailing wife. I know, I know. I’ve spent years poking fun at him and his toys and he’s been such a good sport.
More than anything I wish him happiness and peace, even if it does involve another companion at some point (that I deem appropriate), and the best motorcycle he can afford.
He’s gonna have a lot of years here without me…if anyone passes before age 100 on his father’s side it’s considered a crib death.
But I console myself with the fact that he’s still got plenty of family—mine and his—so he’ll manage just fine.
Here’s another question. I have a very firm belief in God, no worries there. But do you think you’re allowed just a few revenge episodes before ya exit stage left?
It seems only fair that I should be able to approach a neighborhood meany pants face to face and have a little chat.
No weapons, no closed fists, just plenty of words that he needs to hear. He has certainly used HIS nasty words on so many folks here—INCLUDING CHILDREN FOR PICKING DANDELIONS—that I cannot fathom being punished for sending it back his way.
Ours is an all-forgiving God, so I’m pretty sure he’ll be okay with it. In fact, maybe he WANTS me to do this…yeah, that’s it! He’s counting on me to be blunt, tactful and yet effective.
This guy stands in his driveway flipping folks off as they drive by for no reason other than the obvious. Frankly he thinks he’s the king of White Lake or some such thing. Please dear Lord, present me with the perfect opportunity and I promise not to abuse it.
I have way more questions, but they’ll have to wait for another day. These naps are getting demanding.
Editor’s Note: Cards and well-wishes can be sent to: Jan Knudsen, P.O. Box 147, Woodgate, NY 13494.