My Lady of the Lantern

I am a freeze. Really! What do you do at a funeral where a group of family members are crying, wailing for the departed and how much he will be missed? Women come around and hug the family members. I freeze. At least one runny nose and sniffle runs through the general gathering. From me? Zilch. I feel bad, but no tears arrive. And I am the same person, who was sitting with the old man on Sunday (he died Monday night) morning, by his bedside when some emotion prompted me to have water in my eyes. I remembered November. It happens so often. I am just about to lose control when I regain it. I could have cried well had I been alone. But lately I have never been lonely on opportune times. Or when I have been alone, I have never really had the same emotions hitting me. Oh Well.. ^WiseGuy^

Saturday - DH comes home....I give a big hug - things are looking up! Hug in progress, DH gets a case of roaming hands - all units on stand-by, push hard, get away from me! Hug ends! Sunday - make prebreakfast snack - things are looking up! DH off to office, comes back for a quick bite - sees that there is a power cut, changes settings on the invertor - things are certainly looking up. Sometime in the evening, there is a mini-quarrel. Slaps (friendly fire) ensue. His hit is too hard - I bawl, things start to look down. Anyways, I am trying to let the tears continue, but again, something removes the need to be teary eyed. Next, he goes out and gets me soft drinks (Yipee) and oranges (WooHoo), things are looking up! Night, I call him to bed - why don't you get enough sleep, reduce TV watching? "Will I get something tonight?", there is the child-see-cake twinkle in his eyes. Ahem! Things are returning back to track! ^WiseGuy^ (P.S. One of these days, while the euphoria las...