I took my walk far too late today. Taking a nap at 4 didn't help. It kind of sucked the last of the daylight away and I had to resort to walking in the dark. I took a flashlight along, mainly to ward off oncoming cars.
The whole experience was rather hellish, watching my shadow sail past me in reverse as cars approached me from behind. It was like seeing my soul in retrograde, seeping backward into the oozing blackness from which it had come.
Ahead of me were the occasional cars also, pinpoints of blinding light, the unwelcome alternative to walking in 95% darkness. Painfully squinting my eyes against each passing high-beam, I said to myself, "This shit sucks. I'm gonna stick to walking during daylight hours."
I did have twinge of envy as I strolled past the open gate of my neighbor's house. A thoughtful spouse left it open so that his wife, who would arrive a little bit later, would not have to get out of the car to open it. Another neighbor was waiting on the front porch of their house as their significant other returned. These images reminded me what it was like to have someone waiting at home for you, anticipating your return.
Something I guess I took for granted was that Sharon would always be there, because while she was ill and confined to the bed, she always was. It's not easy going from having someone around 24/7 to having no one around at all, save cats and guinea hens, and my poor old, deaf dog, Whiskey. I guess it's a family of sorts. Whiskey and the guinea hens do look forward to my presence, and the cats do compete for my attention.
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