Sleeping Single in a Double Bed
At the risk of setting off one of my favorite wackos, it’s weird being 30-ish and living alone for the first time in 18 years.
After nine months without Momma and 14 without Cocoa, I still overbuy groceries and cat food.
I still marvel that I am grown up enough to have a 2/2 for just me.
And I cannot fathom that I finally set up my lanai the way mom wanted me to five years ago.
Forget “Sleeping Single in a Double Bed.” How do I have six places to sit on my balcony … for just me?!
Anyway. Hope you love it, Momma. Miss you bunches.
You missed Belly’s fifth Gotcha Day.
And I am sure you aren’t happy at how much of our stuff has gone down the trash chute. Bye!
Though I think you’d be proud that I cook again. Which I wish I had done for you.
(No photos. Momma said don’t post till it’s pretty. And not even then.)
Now this is pretty.
Sadly I thought I would drop weight on my own. That’s a negative.
Faced with watching your invincibility fade into mortality, I have embraced the binge eater in me. Popcorn and tequila, it turns out, are my kryptonite. Lavender too.
That and making reservations on the weekends.
One awesome meal a week is mandatory. Bacon cinnamon rolls on deck for Sunday. With a lavender cocktail. Maybe more bacon. Not gonna go out malnourished like you did.
Magic misses Grammy too. I think you “deek” him a lot. I say Grammy and he looks for you.
I made a doc appointment for myself on Cokie’s gotcha day. Hope this isn’t the fifth hospital system to disappoint us.
Also hope this isn’t another thing — like losing your only living parent — that I wish I had your advice about.
The kids listen but they don’t give advice for shit.
Anyway. I heard the afterlife can be quite busy if you want it to be.
Maybe you’re working at another funeral home or a “SunDrug.” And maybe Montrose Dodge closed here and reopened there. I keep your biz card on my ofrenda and it makes me laugh instead of crying now.
Kelly sends her love. She is so bummed she didn’t get to meet you and she cherishes that Christmas ornament you sent her.
She skipped town but we will hang out in April, May and probably more this year. Brooklyn then somewhere for Christmas, we hope.
Sad to be moving on without you. But you know I have you on my table, in my purse and in my heart.
