The weather is still hot here in Perryton, Texas. The flowers are giving way to age, and some are ready for the grave. They bloomed for several months. I am tired of taking care of them. and am ready to bury them all. I need to retire from all yard work, and most of the house work also. I will be giving that more though before another summer comes. It’s hard to admit that age can take a lot of life out of you before you realize it. I somehow am a firm believer that a big change in one’s lifestyle can cause the body to become less tolerant of positivity, and may bring about depression unnecessarily. It’s for this reason that I have refused to leave this big house with it’s large yard, and move closer to my children. I am riding out the storm, and hoping for the best. Mostly trusting the Lord to guide me in the right direction. When you’ve lived in one house for fifty years, it’s hard to leave it and move into an apartment in another city so as to be closer to a doctor. I am not worried, just thinking about all my options. What is really bad is the thought of where to move. It seems like every place that comes to my mind, upon second thought it’s like, no I don’t want to live there. I am about to decide this is the time in life that no one wants to approach. My children are all very understanding, and that means a lot to me.
I have invited a friend from another city to come and spend the night with me in a few days. We are going to a Bar-B-Q dinner at the Citizen’s Center. I want her to meet some of my wonderful friends. She is excited about coming. She drives an Alexis, and is always on the go. She does no yard work or not much house work. She hires everything done. She has a successful business, and her family now mostly run it. She is still the CEO, but only works one day a week. I am not that fortunate, but I am so thankful for her success. We were raised up together and went to the same church. She has been a widow for over thirty years. I hope I can be a good host, and keep her entertained. In my small city there is not much for widows to do for fun and excitement. There is a possibility that we might arrange for a few other widows here to join us, and go dancing at a senior citizen’s dance in some towns near by. I have never been much to dance, but every since my friend has been a widow she has made dancing her number one priority. She is very good, and can follow any partner with precise movement. I hope everything works out for us. It has taken me a long time to make this decision. .
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
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