Summer of Reflection

A view at sunset of one of the places we stopped on our trip.

A view at sunset of one of the places we stopped on our trip.

I’m finally back  online after an extended break and I must say it has really been worth it. I spent the summer in deep contemplation, while at the same time I relaxed and let life take me off the beaten track. Some maybe wondering ‘how is it possible to do both of these at the same time’? I assure you it’s is not impossible, but you have to be willing to just be. Most of all you must be willing to let goal of the reasons that control your life and just go with whatever comes your way.

I spent my time on holiday with Mr. Divine and the children on a road trip of all things. The kids came up with the idea, and together they planned this trip for the summer. The only person allowed to use the Internet was Mr. Divine, but he tried to limit his time online despite the fact he needed to work. To him the time spent bonding with me and the children was more important and he wanted as little as possible to interrupt us. It still shock me that he was willing to go on this crazy trip.

It was truly a fun time. Mr. Divine discovered my daughter is unconventional wit and was often hard press to keep in his laughter. The child never ceases to make me laugh with her a random off-the-cuff comments. Frankly I don’t know how she comes up with the things she says but she kept us entertained. After spending the day on the road we would stay at a small hotel and end the night with a board game. Right now we’re playing Monopoly and my son has proved himself to be quite the upcoming mogul.

What we saw and discovered ended up not being the most important part of the trip, but the fact that we got to simply be together and enjoy each others company. Now it’s back to work and school and for me to discover where life plans to take me next.

Diary of a Recovering Idiot is a work of fiction being written in serial format. More of what’s happening in the next post “What Now?”

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From Me to You

From my family to yours. Have a Merry Christmas.

From my family to yours. Have a Merry Christmas.

To all of my followers. I would like to wish you and your families a Merry Christmas and best wishes for the season. Thank you so much for reading my ramblings as I try to figure out my life. You have been helpful in more ways then you know.

Beautiful Escape

“So skilful were the fingers going over my body I had to go again because some things you just had to do more than once.”

Guess what blog land. Somehow in the midst of the economic hoopla I managed to wrangle myself a little escape from all the drama. I was so excited, my first vacation in like, forever. I was strongly considering taking the children with me but then I remembered that their father had been free of their full assault for about four months and figured it was past time he had a heavy dose of teenage mood swings and pre-teen mischief.

When I told him I was taking holiday, he dutifully asked if I needed money for the children’s tickets and I informed him it was a solo trip and all I needed was for him to keep the kids over the holidays. If you heard the words that came out of his mouth your ears would have curled. I knew he was expecting me to fly back at him but when I calmly looked at him and said nothing, he shut his mouth and stepped back.

I informed him I would be going for three weeks and the kids had been enrolled in a number of activities that he need to make sure that they got to and from. It may seem harsh of me to simply inform him I was leaving and not to see if he was available but my mind and body were screaming for escape, and I wasn’t about to take no for an answer. Plus, he had done what he wanted so many times over the years of our marriage. He would suddenly coming home and inform me he had to travel for work and then was gone. I think it is my turn to do the same. At least I’m giving him advance notice…..

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Friends and Friendship

There is a saying “you’re as smart as your smartest friend”.

There is a saying “you’re as smart as your smartest friend”.

As I become older readers, I am becoming a little wiser about the way of the world and people. That brings me to the word ‘friend’. Frankly I’m starting to be of the opinion that we throw around the terminology much too freely. If I challenge anyone to count their true friends, and I mean the ones that have been with you through it all, I know when everyone really starts to think and count, the truth of the numbers will shock them. Don’t worry I’m in the same boat, with my number coming up to a shocking three. So few, you must be asking? At my age they would be much more you would think, but my relationship with Walter caused a lot of people I knew to distance themselves from me. This has now left me with a limited number of friends because I failed to realize the type of person he really was.

Two of my three friends expressed shock when I told them that my husband said he wanted a divorce, the other one said I should have beaten him to the punch because I took too much crap from him for too long. She is my oldest friend and always told me like it is and I liked that a lot about her. Sadly the truth is, I didn’t really listen to many of the things she had to say because if I had, my life would have been different. She was one of the people who told me she wasn’t too sure about Walter, that something about, “their spirits not meeting”. Her words not mine. Other people would have said, “I don’t like him”, but I think she was trying to be diplomatic while telling me the truth. Well I guess whatever she was feeling had merit because look at what he did.

My other friends, sadly, are much too wishy-washy. Harsh to say about your friends, but they knew they were not, as the kids would say, BFFs. They were too now and then, but I guess the same could be said about me. Though I could just try to heap all the blame on Walter for distancing me from the people around me, I know a lot of it has to come back to me. I let it happen…..

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Life Begins at Forty

“Go tell the house ‘Happy Birthday’ Walter because you can’t be giving this to me.”

The big 4 – 0 has finally arrived. So what was I going to do with myself? Truthfully I didn’t have a clue. Saying you are going to make a change and being all excited about the idea is easy. Actually changing is the hard part. It is when you’re sitting there asking yourself, “What am I going to do?”, that the truth pops up in your face like a melon size pimple.

For once I have really opened my eyes and started to look around me, and when you look you see. That is how I struck up on the ultimate idea. How about I go and spend the week at a hotel doing the spa thing? Yes people I said it, the spa thing. Once the idea came to me I started to plan. Where, but most of all when?

The when, ended up being the week following my birthday. The where, a lovely hidden away hotel, with a to-die-for spa. It was the perfect place to cater to me, myself and I. It cost a mint, but frankly I didn’t give a fly on a hippo’s butt. For too long I allowed myself to be pushed into the background and I smile while I plotted my rebirth…..

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