Long Overdue

Wow, three years and no update!  I don't know where to begin.  My life is easier to sum up . . . I am okay; maybe not great but good.  I left the classroom in May 2024 and haven't looked back.  I do teach summer school which I really do enjoy.  Travel in summer is expensive so it works for me to stay home in summer.  I work some weekends at a local winery and that keeps me busy.  I enjoy chatting with customers.   The goal after "retiring" was to travel . . . and that I have done until I had to have surgery on my rotator cuff last December.  What was suppose to be a 12 week recovery with physical therapy twice a week has turned in to 25 weeks with only 3 more sessions in June.  I have been very dedicated to following directions and yet I am a very slow healer.  Not going to lie, there have been tears and a lot of frustration but the end appears to be in sight . . . not 100% but better.  I am hopeful that I will be good to go by December!   I can't wait to get back to traveling!  I did experience some great trips between "retirement day" and surgery.  My goal is to visit as many countries as my age . . . I am only 4 behind so I hope to catch up before my next birthday.

Colin is Colin . . . I don't hear from him much and it has been a hard transition for me; did I mention tears?  I swear this stage of "parenting" has been the worst for me but what can I say or do?  There was an Aggie Ring dunk, filthy roommates, and some unsolicited budgeting lessons . . . he did very well and made the grades! He recently graduated Magna Cum Laude from Texas A&M and will be moving to Colorado for graduate school.  

It is hard to believe yet another Memorial Day has rolled around . . . this year will be 22 years since Sean died.  There are days that I cannot wrap my head around that number . . . it feels as if I slept and missed a decade or more.  I think about him all the time.  I feel so isolated some days but try to keep pushing forward.  Grief is really strange and hard even all these years later.  So many milestones missed, and I sure would have loved a partner to do life with day to day . . . the good and hard days.