Sunday Morning October 18, 2026

 What a beautiful fall Sunday morning I woke up to today.

After my walk this morning, I stopped up at my fish pond and encountered an unexpected visitor to my pond, a squirrel. That's the first squirrel I've seen on my property since I moved to Delaware these twenty years ago. Where we lived in Pennsylvania, Bill and I had plenty of squirrels. As my friend Spo would say "heaps of squirrels." In fact, we had too many squirrels in Pennsylvania. That was one thing I didn't miss when we moved to Delaware, the squirrels digging up my tulip bulbs. Vandalizing my bird feeder. Now I don't mind. I'm not planting any more tulips nor do I have a bird feeder out. The squirrel obviously has taken up residence from all the trees that I planted on this formerly blank almost one acre of land that is Lot 37 in my development.

Pat has been gone a day now and I'm getting back into my former routine. I saw a movie last night at the Flynn Cinema in my basement alone. The past two weeks I had the pleasure of watching movies with Pat by my side in our own private movie theater. Seventy-seven inch, 4K, Surround Sound movie theater. Something I've always wanted and now I have in my twilight years. Such a pleasure to be immersed in a movie with someone you love, cuddled together. We can talk outlaid, pause the movie to go to the bathroom or a snacks, and don't have to be disturbed by anybody else. Also no parking or outrageous movie fees and snack concession prices. I've always been a movie fan but not of all the aggravation and expense of seeing a movie in a theater these days.

When Pat and I visit or take a trip out systems (bowels) get out of whack. Probably an "old man" thing but one of the downsides of getting together. Thankfully we're both back to being "regular" again. That's a relief.

Something interesting happened last night. The whole time Pat was here that burned out Christmas light was on. That was Bill visiting us. Last night it was off. I really felt alone. Not only was Pat gone from Casa-Tipton Kelly but Bill wasn't here. He does that. He will come by for a week or two and go away for weeks at a time. I wonder where he goes. I hear in the Afterlife our souls still go to school or maybe he's visiting another relative.  One thing is for sure, I'll know eventually when I pass over.

Now I'm looking forward to the next two weeks of the final campaigning for the mid term elections. I am so hoping for a complete Republican wipeout so my country can return to sanity and start the steps to regain respect in the world. 

Also coming up is my birthday in two weeks. I can't believe I'm only fifteen years away from the century mark. There is absolutely no way I want to be one hundred years old! Oh my God! Can you imagine? Look at me now, hobbling around like an old man which actually I am an old man. The fifteen years scares me because I know how fast that happens. The last fifteen years are a blur. So much has happened. I met Pat thirteen years ago but it feels like I've only known him for about five years. We're still waiting to hear from the U.S. State Department about Pat's authorization for his green card. Nothing yet. Hopefully this year there is some movement so we can get Pat down here in the states and start that procedure to add him to my insurance as my spouse and get his American citizenship. Pat likes Trump so that shouldn't be a problem. Oh, you didn't know Pat likes Trump? We don't talk about it. Perhaps eventually I will be able to make him see the error of his ways but I'm not going to let a little thing like that stand in between us and our relationship. I love that goofy little guy from Canada.

Have a great day and week everyone!