The Great Escape

I really suck at keeping up with things like my recent foray into the #100HappyDays challenge.  OK, so maybe "foray" is not the best way to describe it.  If it were, I wouldn't be writing this particular blog post.  Several people have commented that they are concerned that maybe I'm not happy because my 100 Happy Days posts seemed to have stopped abruptly but so did almost all of my other online activity.  So I decided to get everyone caught up on the happy things in each day since my last Happy Days post on April 3rd. April 4th, 2014 - Day 24: I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes.  Why would this make me happy?  Because my doctor is awesome and he caught it early enough that I don't need medication or insulin injections and I just need to change my diet and and take an a healthier lifestyle.  If nothing else this is good motivation to do just that.  I guess KB was right in the dream I had about her several weeks before.  She said I was getting flabby and I n

Just when I start to think, "I've got this.  Things are getting better." something surprises me and makes me re-think that budding confidence in my ability to cope.  Today it is three months since I said goodbye to KB.  Yes, I know that she died on January 9th but it was just minutes before midnight and I stayed until everyone else had gone home and I said goodbye one more time not because I needed to be alone but because I just couldn't let go.  It's still difficult.  This morning, when I woke up and realized that this was three months since I said goodbye, everything I was feeling that night returned and I wasn't prepared for the flood of emotion.  They did warn me about this in my grief support group but I still wasn't prepared. I know that everyone at the hospital did their best to help us all through this and at the time I wasn't immediately aware of some of the things that the doctor had asked me and maybe I wasn't fully aware of everything

Many years ago I took a business trip to San Diego.  The client I was visiting had arranged reservations at a hotel close to their facility about 15 miles from the beach.  After renting a mustang convertible at the airport and driving less than a quarter mile past the beach with the top down I knew I had to stop before heading to the hotel. I ended up at Pacific Beach and had time to change into something more beach appropriate and walk in the sand.  I found a pub on the beach and went inside to grab a pint.  I decided that the reservations at the hotel inland had to be cancelled and this is where I would be staying... not the pub but somewhere on the beach. Lucky for me, I didn't have to sleep in the sand.  That probably would have been fine if I wasn't there to have meetings with a client but I managed to find a room at the Surfer Beach Hotel.  This was several stars below the quality of the hotel I had been booked into but the sunset was incredible.  Every night at sun