So here is what is going on in my life today. The complication and side effects from my prostate seed implant surgery earlier this month are dissipating, thank goodness. I have no more burning urination, which I am sure all of you are tired of hearing me talk about. I still have major discoloration of the more private parts of my nether regions. With all that black and blue and purple in "those parts", it looks like I went for a few rounds of The Fight Club. It actually looks worse that it feels. In fact I felt no pain at all "down there" even though the hospital gave me an ice pack for the pain. Never felt a thing. I guess that's good.
Next up, we finally got another part-time front desk clerk at the hotel and this week I'll begin working two nights a week at the hotel, the first time that's happened since December. Man, that was a LONG six months. I don't mind working occasionally more than two nights a week but not every week. I just have too many other things going on in my life. I like to work and love my job but I need a balance. It's not like I'm looking to start a new career.
|Balancing my life|
Next subject, our marriage. Bill is trying to figure out someway that we can get married that no one knows about it. That's My Bill, in the closet to the end. He is of that generation that feels he has to hide lest he offend someone by his gayness. I wanted to get married in our backyard but he's afraid that we "shove it in the face" of our neighbors if we get married in our back yard. See what I'm dealing with? I told him "It's OUR back yard." I have to walk a fine line here. I want to accommodate Bill but I don't want to live my life worrying about "what the neighbors will think" which has always dominating Bill's thinking wherever we lived. I've told him time and time over again "I don't care what the neighbors think." But I understand it is hard if not impossible for Bill to get out of his mindset for survival by staying in the closet. It's not easy folks.
|You won't be seeing one of these at our wedding|
Now here is a subject that has increasingly come to the forefront of our lives: traffic.
Yes....TRAFFIC. A few weeks ago the traffic picked up significantly in our part of the world here in Tourist Land. Route 1 is the major thorofare transporting the customers (that would be the tourists) to our major attraction here on the lower Delmarva peninsula (that would be the Atlantic Ocean). While we all appreciate and value our main income source that provides jobs and a livelihood for us all, one does have to take into consideration the danger of traveling on Route 1. The bottom line is that Bill and I are of an age that we have an increasingly difficult time traveling in all that traffic. Four lanes in and four lanes out of mostly aggressive driving. When you see the barefeet of the passengers parked on the dashboard of the cars headed south to Rehoboth Beach and beyond, you know you're in for Summertime Craziness. This year Bill and I have decided not to take part. No thank you .
|The "Root Gourmet" in Rehoboth. And I see where a new "Touch of Italy" will be opening. Shame I can't go until after Labor Day. No more fighting traffic and risking an accident just to get some great salsa and potato salad.|
We will do our shopping at the Food Lion in Milton. Perhaps travel to BJ's in Millsboro every other week. And of course make our regular pit stops at the Milford Walmart. Anything else like the Root Gourmet in Rehoboth, I'll make my own salsa and potato salad. Just coming back yesterday we saw a horrific "fender bender". If we, as to Oldie Goldies, keep venturing out onto the ten lanes (four going down and back plus one turn-off lane on each side), it's just a matter of time before our turn to have an accident. Why just yesterday we saw a jogger in one on the passing lanes! My God, what in the world was she doing jogging on Route 1? Like there are no other places to job down here? Nope, we'll leave the Route 1 traffic jams to people like this intrepid Oldie Goldie who was driving his English car on the WRONG SIDE. See what we're dealing with?
|Bill looked at this car yesterday as we were sitting in traffic on Rt. 1 and said "Where is the driver?"|
|Me raking dead grass in our backyard yesterday - I love doing this! So relaxing and peaceful. Good exercise too!|