It's terribly cold outside, and not exactly warm in here.

i am wearing three layers of flannel, and blogging from under blankets.  i suppose my Husband's body is frozen, over at that military grave-yard.

Strange, how our minds shut down, in order to cope.  During my Husband's viewing, funeral and burial, it was like, i was a guest at some guy's funeral.  i regret not offering the other people to take a flower with them - there were plenty of flowers.  i just didn't think, just was at someone's funeral.  At the viewing, the sermon just didn't register, though the Pastor preached that sooner or later, each one of us ... 

Funerals are for the living, and i am glad the Pastor's message, was gentle, but reminded us that we each will go into eternity, and our fate is on Christ's terms.  Most people really don't want to square with that reality - hey, me too. 

What really ticks me off, are these holier-than-thou types, who go around as if they are above temptation and sin.  Just read a preachy blog-post, from such a one - that woman, with her long goody-two-shoes lectures (comes off as looking down at other wives - who don't have th' $$ for personal trainers...) That woman gives me the willies.

Husband passed away in October of this past year.

This blog will be a bit touch and go, because widows have to be careful.  There's wolves out there.  Whenever, even after years, after my mother-in-law lost her husband, whenever someone would call for him, she'd say, "He's not here, i'll let him know you called."

The other day - and the lady didn't mean to offend - a girlfriend referred to me as "single."  Held my peace, she is a wonderful friend.  i ain't single.  Single holds the connotation of looking - or realizing ya dun hit th' wall...sa-mack!  That yer so out of the market.  Well, so flipping what, bein' ouddath' market!  What am i?  A pair of pants?

i ain't single, no-how!  i am a widow, and my late Husband is (in the words of my grandma, describing her late Husband) "is a tough act to follow."  And yeah, it's only been a few months since my Husband's passing, but the Lord Jesus keep me from the entire foolishness - that wwaaaayyyy too many old ladies get in involved in.

Looked at several widow-blog lists, and many talk about dating.  Makes me want to vomit! And these days, dating carries the connotation of fornicatin'-goin'-on.  Uhm, that's sin.  Is peewee worth going to hell for?  Oh, i don't think so.