A breath of fresh air!

"Old King Cole was a merry old soul.  A merry old soul was he.  He called for his pipe.  He called for his bowl and he called for his fiddlers three."
I think King Cole was a pot head.

It is beautiful out!  50's and breezy.  The air is crisp and clean.  I breath freely.

Hunter and I went grocery shopping today.  He kinda gets lost as the store is big.  So I was in a few aisles by myself.  That means I got to chat with a few people with no interruption from him.  One young mom with her teenage son said something or I did and they said they had been lovin' my t-shirt.  I wore the black one that says DORK on the front in big red letters.  My daughter got me that shirt as that is what she calls me at times.  In the dog toy aisle an elderly lady was squeaking the dog toys.  She was there with her adult grand daughter.  I asked if she had a dog cuz I was going to recommend a few toys.  She said no.  I touched her on the arm and said, "Well you go ahead and play with them, I won't tell anyone."  She laughed.  It was then that I felt a freedom.  A lightness of being.  A burden off my shoulder's.  I realized Hunter will be gone for 10 days beginning Tuesday!  Sad that I should feel that way and it actually surprised me!

He is making a ham dinner for the family that lives next door.  Pam is undergoing treatments for breast cancer and it's a bitch.  She has a husband and two grown sons.  I will make a green beans casserole and maybe some brownies.