My Dying Diary #18

Here I am again!

Why is there no end to misery, but happiness is so fleeting?
Well, there is an end to misery, and that goes for happiness, too. Live for the day. We can never be sure of tomorrow.

So much for the lesson for the day. On with life.

Life is Good! There have been a series of thunderstorms rolling in on us every evening, and we sit on the covered porch and watch the play of the wind and the water and the clouds. And our neighbors running for their basements. There have been a couple of tornadoes in the area, but none close. As an old-time Okie, I can hear those suckers a mile away, and the girls can too. Neither of them are the least bit scared of the weather, thankfully, so we can all indulge in our enjoyment. Erin, however, gets especially ... uh... romantic... when exposed to thunder. That has led to some rather... delicate... situations lately. Murleen has found other ways of amusing herself at these times...

The three of us have caused quite a bit of talk in this little community... for about three minutes. Nobody seems to care here how other people live their lives. I find that amazing; The city where I spent most of my life would have had us expunged from society at the first hint of what was going on. I don't know what is so different about this place. Possibly what is different is me, and the way that I go about things now. I don't look at anyone for acceptance. I have it in my heart. I don't need for anybody to look up to me, or down at me, or even look at me at all. I yam what I yam, he said. Like it or lump it.

Murleen and Erin and me. We are three... a completely compatable trio. We have broached the idea of all living in the same house, but pretty much rejected that; we're all pretty independent, and wish to remain that way. Besides which, according to Erin, it would put off the advances of any other eligible suitors. And I do believe that she has someone in mind, but not locally. We have talked about that a little bit, but she's not really sure what to do. This guy is a widower and lives on the other side of the lake. (10 miles by boat, 45 by land) They've exchanged a lot of email and they've been out a couple of times as friends. She says that she really likes him, but there doesn't seem to be a spark there. I must admit that I'm feeling just a little bit jealous, and I said that to Erin and Murleen one night and they pretty well laughed me out of it. They don't want me to be jealous, and I don't want to be, but I am a little bit anyway. I should be able to get over it, though, and they are both helping me out a lot with it.

After all, this sharing thing goes both ways. I don't seem to mind someone sharing me, but when the shoe is on the other foot... it just takes some getting used to, I guess. I seem to be finding out a lot about my head, lately, and some of it is pretty hard to handle. I don't like to think of myself as selfish, but I have been all of my life. I don't want to be anymore, and I have some really good friends to help me with solving that problem.

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