Re: The ticking clock
- From: "~~seadancer~~" <seadancer1934@xxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2006 14:39:05 -0400
"John #8" <Ratface@xxxxxxxxx> wrote
Yesterday I drove around alone while my dear wife worried
about me. She shouldn't have. I live in a gated community these
days. A nice townhouse with all the amenities a person could
want. I drove by my old home & parked across the street. It
looked good. I thought about my garden & the summer parties
of days gone by & because it was a unhappy day for me gawking
at my old home made it worst. I had a beautiful sunporch or as
Val would say "a conservatory," I would sit there reading or
just reflecting on the day. It was my spot. I miss the place.
It's too late now going through the trauma of buying a real home
& selling this condo. Damn heart has me slowed down to a
crawl. My wife is a sweetheart. She always says "it's fine with
me, John. We can look around & find a nice home. It's not
happening but at least it re-routed my sadness on a different
road. What a awful post. My movie reply today was bad enough
but now this crazy stuff. Pay no attention. It's great therapy
to confide in my cyber friends. You don't mind & this afternoon
I'll be silly again. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. <g>
John:
Hi John,
I understand your nostalgia completely. We all go through
it after selling the home we've always loved. Even after we
bought another nice home, I missed the home that we
raised our kids in. I was homesick for years. When I read
your note, I realized how much alike we all are. Change is
always hard. And it's not easy being sick on top of it.
Hugs, Sea {{{John#8}}}
.
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