After a busy weekend last week this one is blessedly quiet.
The weather is cooler now and much needed rain fell yesterday.
Slowly day by day I am re organising the house...I am actually thinking where things should go, trying to make it one person friendly whilst also making room to have visitors.
David had become very wary of having people to stay...one or two bad experiences meant that on moving here he decided not to make visitors too welcome....
A saying that goes round at least once a year is that you don't know how many friends you've got till you move to Cornwall!
Trying to reorganise the house is hard work.....but I have used the chair lift most days this week to transport loads of stuff downstairs where it now awaits recycling.
I know that this is part of the bereavement process because it's what I did the first time I became a widow!
It's just harder now I'm so much older....
It is weird that when we first moved in we had a dog and a cat and many things were arranged for their convenience. What my huge golden retriever would make of the chair lift I can't imagine....but the cat would certainly have curled up on it....he might even have learned how to move it at his command...
Now it's just me. But if I pour myself a drink whilst I sit and watch TV in the evening I still push the glass out of reach of the dogs massive tail after losing several pints over the years due to tail wagging!
Habits prove hard to break....but slowly I am adjusting to a solitary life here...one day I'll even be happy again. God willing .