Last night I decided to take a long hot bath. It had been in the low 40s yesterday, and my apartment was pleasantly warm. It was the perfect time to take a bath. When we were younger, we often had toys in the tub with us, as adults we have our on built in toys, but I digress… The main thing was that I was in a good mood. As I said in yesterday’s post/poem, I was in a somber mood on Sunday and Monday. To lift my spirits Sunday, I took a drive. I decided to drive somewhere that if never been, which could be almost anywhere up here, but since the Snowmageddon (Winter Storm Jonas, Snowzilla, or whatever they want to call it) was to my south, I drove north. I don’t yet have my enhanced driver’s license so I couldn’t go into Canada yet, but I did drove up to St Albans. There isn’t a lot to do up there in the winter, and besides, I just wanted to see the town where the northernmost battle of the Civil War took place.
So that was Sunday. To lift my spirits last night I took a long hot bath to relax and enjoy some quiet alone time. After that, I decided to watch Teen Wolf on MTV. I’ve been hesitant to watch it because it was something that my late friend and I had done together. We always watched it together and talked about it as we watched. I thought it would make me sad, but as I watched, I just continued to talk to him. We lived apart, so we used to text during the show, but this way, I just talked to him while I watched. I hope he was with me and could hear what I said. I always know when his spirit is near because I have a happiness and contentment. I know he must be near because I don’t feel an overwhelming sadness when I think of his passing, but I feel a sense of “I’m still here; I won’t abandon you.” This may seem silly, but I look forward to the day when I can sit with him on the streets of heaven and check out all the hot angels as they go by. It’s a natural progression, we talked about the hot guys on a Teen Wolf, and you know the angels will be drop dead beautiful.
January 27th, 2016 at 7:45 am
I write from Reykjavik where I have made a trip on impulse right before the big storm closed BWI – my plane was one of the last two two out.
If you like baths, Iceland has a ton of geothermal swimming pools so yesterday I soaked in two of the city’s pools. It was a first-time experience sitting in a hot tub during a snow shower. My late spouse and I liked to travel a lot and we traveled well together during our 23 years. He died in Sept 2014 but it seems that the sense of loss is still growing, especially on an excursion like this one. At age 70 I find it difficult to be alone and that is accentuated when one is surrounded by couples hetero or homo.
Enjoy New England. My sense of patria leads me to believe that the deity(ities) have been very kind and generous to the region. (And your state has given us Bernie, even though he’s originally from Noo Yawk; oy, so is The Donald.)
January 27th, 2016 at 7:56 am
Thank you for the wonderful comment. I hope to one day visit Iceland. It seems like my kind of place.
January 27th, 2016 at 3:52 pm
I took a long bath for the first time in a long time last week. It was exactly what was needed after a few stressful days at work.