Where the magic happens

This journal began with our journey through hubby's dementia. Now it continues along my journey.

My Guy

Yep, that's him ... the man of my dreams. I loved my life with him, bumps in the road and all. He was the perfect guy for me; there wasn't another before, and he won't be again. I'll come back later and say more. It's too hard right now; besides, this is for me.

My Chariot

Oh, how we loved rides in the mustang. We were never world travelers but we took a drive with the top down every chance we could. On the rare warm winter day, Jim would quit work early to come home early so we could go out for a cup of coffee. We had so many fun trips to local wineries for picnics and wine tasting. We still have some wine from those trips. Being the lightweight drinkers we are, the wine began to taste good as the tasting continued. Now, sober, we don't want to drink that crap. LOL.

My Favorite Chair

My ideal afternoon would involve the warmth of the sun, a drink (coffee or iced tea), kicking off my flip-flops, and having my toes in the sand while I read. That's what I call a Flip-Flop day .. perfection. I think what makes it absolutely perfect is that it's attainable. .

I have a great reading chair in every room, that's how important my little sanctuary is to me.

And Me …

I don’t need to describe myself in my own journal.