this picture came up on my Facebook memories recently…
I can still remember that day… we were in Courtenay and drove up Mount Washington… there was no one else around as it was summer… we sat at the bottom of the ski hill for a very long time as we were both afraid of heights…
but we decided to go for it…
we got on the chairlift but the person didn’t put the safety bar down… we realized this as we were moving upwards… I think that the bars along the back and beside me, that I was holding onto for dear life, probably had dents from the grip I had on them😳…
there are no pictures because of the death grip… we were both terrified…
when we arrived at the top the staff person didn’t seem that worried about it, but did say they would ensure that the bar was put in the correct position when we descended…
there was still snow on the ground and the views were beautiful, but I was still nervous about going back down…
of course, we had no choice about going down… after being safely secured correctly, we made the trip down and I even enjoyed some of the views, lol…
but, once we made it back to town, we stopped and sat in a coffee shop for quite a while to let our nerves settle;-)…
feels like working to clean up the computer room is a never-ending project…
but…
on Saturday I found my original seashell collection…
I can’t believe it… I came across a box that hadn’t been opened yet and figured it was filled with more papers… and when I took off the lid, this is what I saw;-)…
yikes, not even going to think how long that corner of the room hasn’t been touched…
what a lovely time I had today, unwrapping each one and putting them in the table and credenza…
memories came flooding back as I remembered names of many of the shells as they emerged from the 1998 newspapers they were wrapped in…
going to take out my resource books and do a bit of a refresher, lol…
this anniversary of my beloved’s death has been harder than usual…
not sure if it is having someone else in the house, going through so many boxes and letting go of things… maybe it’s been seeing his writing on papers as I’ve sorted through files… maybe it is realizing I’ve been without him for a quarter of the time we were together…
you’d think after eleven years it would be less difficult…
it is Heart month and I dug out the hearts from various spots around the house and put them out…
the stairway came out quite nicely;-)…
every time I go up or down the stairs, I am reminded of my beloved…he dealt with a number of heart issues over his last few years…
he had been in good health, until a virus caused serious cardiomyopathy and later he had a quadruple bypass… all of that before he was finally taken with a heart attack… his father also died from a heart attack…
this month I will be making a donation to the Heart and Stroke Foundation in celebration of our wonderful life together…