* I started this blog post quite a few months back and I decided that, instead of writing a new one and wasting this one, I will just finish this like it is appropriate for now. Ahyhoo',-here goes...
I think that is the right word. To begin, in the past year since the Memorial Service for my sweet Donna Lee, there have been no more than twelve different people in my home.(if my memory serves me well) Two of those people were here to buy Donnas' Mercury Gran Marquis automobile. So they do not count as company.
And I can't hardly count the five visits from my sweetie because, although I heard her voice once, I never saw her. Nor can I count the few visits from Chico the Wonder Dog because, although I heard his ear flaps do their noise thing, I never saw him either.
Oh, you could say, "Poor James,-so alone and lonesome." And you would be right part of the time. I must say, it does get long here sometimes, having no voice to listen to and no person to see. And to make it worse, I can't stand to have the TV on during the day and listen to the noise it makes. To Donna, that was company; to me, an agitation. So, it is very quiet much of the time.
But, (and here is the conundrum) at times when I had an opportunity to invite some acquaintance into my home, I chose not to do it. Why I made this choice is, in part, somewhat of a mystery to me. I have always valued my solitude, being the loner that I am, but even loners need company sometimes. To be where there is never the sound of a human voice except for my own and the TV, is sort of weird sometimes. And scary, sort of, sometimes. I have to admit I have people on line to communicate with so I am not all alone, at that.
Face Book is a source of company for me and I have several sites on You Tube I go to every day.
But this last weekend was nice. My niece, Shelby Weatherford, had a wedding shower on Saturday in Modesto and I drove there and attended it and sang a few songs for them. The fellow she is marrying seems like a nice guy. He has already made plans to go into the military right after March 12, their wedding date. He will train to be a Tank man, starting out as gunner. They seem to be very much in love.
I, also, had a nice visit with my big sister, Mickey, and her daughters, Gail and Lano. Lano is Shelby's mother.
Yesterday was my son's 52nd birthday anniversary. My, my,-he is getting on up there in age. I went to my daughter, Margaret's, house and visited with her a while. Lorado was there and I took him out for breakfast at Denny's Restaurant. Then we drove around to see some of the places where I grew up,-in the airport district...little okie. It didn't do much for him but I must say, I got somewhat nostalgic. I spent the better part of ten years there. The house I lived in was gone and an apartment house was there. The thing I remembered most was a small tree mother planted. It started at about four feet tall and now it is a giant.
Then we went to where Lorado's girlfriend lives and I said hello to my grandson, Jaydon. He is quite a boy.
Then I went back to the motel and went on line with my laptop pc and talked to my little girl, Tina, in Portugal. We had a nice chat then I checked out and drove home. I got there just in time to see her on the web cam and say hello and good night.
That is about it for this time. Maybe I won't wait so long to write again.