When it rains....

Had a nice, long chat with Marko the Magnificent last night. It was so good to hear his voice, we haven't talked in months! He was all worried about me, of course, and I hope I was able to reassure him a bit.

Last night I was home alone with doggies for the first time since this whole thing began. Jean had been coming and staying with me on nights when Sandy works. The night started out quietly...but in the wee hours of the morning I was dreaming and in my dream I heard a steady, rhythmical sound...tick tick tick tick...

I thought it was something like the "Telltale Heart" as I gradually realized that I was no longer asleep...I was awake. So I moved my head a little thinking it was some kind of fluid sound in my ear, which is a little blocked.

Then I realized it wasn't my ear....it was something DRIPPING in the bedroom. I got up and prowled around...AHA! Water was dripping from the air conditioning duct in the ceiling. The sound I was hearing was the drops hitting the chaise that is under the duct. It was then that I heard the WIND...unbelievably strong and the rain...that sounded like someone had a fire hose trained on the roof over the bedroom. It was coming down that hard.

I got a towel from the linen closet and put it on the chaise to absorb the water and muffle the sound of the drip.

So, when Sandy came dragging her butt home, exhausted, in the morning I was able to tell her that not only can I take care of myself when left home alone, I could also "handle" this household emergency. I was feeling pretty damned smug I'll tell you.

Jean came up early this morning to be here when the furniture truck from Gorin's came. They delivered the new leather recliners at around noon time and I promptly collapsed in one and took a two hour nap. It felt so good.

I am tired today...dunno if it's from the excitement in the night or what. So, I'm laying low and resting.

Trudy, my old neighbor from Sunrise Street, called today to see if Sandy and I were going to get married, now that it's legal. I had to tell her the news about me, which she took quite hard. Trudy is my pal and I feel badly that I haven't told her before today. I actually had my hand on the phone and had started to dial her number yesterday, to tell her, then chickened out. Well..it was good she called today..we had a nice chat and finished with a quasi plan that she will come here and cook goulash for me sometime. She is in her eighties and is a gourmet cook. Unfortunately, Sandy doesn't appreciate Trudy's kind of cooking (she would if she gave it a chance). I miss Trudy...we used to go sing together at the Senior Center...and we would always have a good laugh. She was going there today so I asked her to send my best to all my "old" pals.

A lot of folks want to come and see me now and it's almost overwhelming. Sandy and I were talking that it would be nice if people spread it out over the next year or so...I'm sure there will be times in the future months when it would mean SO MUCH to me to hear from someone, have a visit...and no one will be around. That's human nature isn't it? Something happens, everyone rushes in and then life goes back to "normal". I will be the forgotten one soon enough...and I understand that. It is human nature and I've done it myself. My challenge will be to keep people engaged for those times down the road when I really need that boost.

I do get energy from being with people. I always have...I'm an extrovert, if you haven't noticed. I don't need attention 100% of the time, but I do need to have people around me with perhaps a higher frequency rate than most others do. I just don't want people to get burned out on Ann Miller and there I am sitting in a big house in Griswold, boohooing becauese I'm all on my own.

I don't think that's going to happen...but I'm just putting it out there. Pace yourselves people...for my sake!

Enough of the "heavy duty" thoughts.

GO HUSKIES!!!!!!

Love you all.....