My calendar is filling up. Yesterday I played Euchre at Dave and Kathy Whislers, today I’m going to Pat’s where we’ll play Mexican Train Dominos. Mondays I can play euchre at the Moose. Tuesday three of us will have lunch of tacos at Evie’s new place. It’s strange to have stuff to do.

Actually I didn’t mind being home and kinda look forward to an idle day.

Ken’s out of town so I won’t be seeing him until sometime next week when he returns. We have no plans, but I’m sure we’ll be together.

I’ve continued to have some fun times with Ken. We spent NINE HOURS Sunday together. Didn’t do anything worth noting but enjoyed watching TV (game shows, home improvement shows and random programs). We had lunch from Palm Garden and we talked… lots!

Tonight there’s a singles dance. (Actually it’s called a senior dance since a few married folks can and do attend.) Ken thought he’d be out of town so he gave up his seat. Unless there’s a cancellation, it’s doubtful that he’ll attend.

I will pick up Pat. Since I work at the Squad tomorrow, my plan is to get home early.

The good news is I feel really good!! I had a few days when I was under the weather but I think I figured out my problem and I’m purring.

I don’t know what I’ll be wearing to the dance so better go start planning.

Lunch with the girls (Caroline and Joannie) today at Glory Days Grill on Big Bend Road.

This week I’ve spent lots of time with my renewed “man friend” Ken.

Yes, Ken has been a super nice date. We rekindled our friendship after going to the singles dance Tuesday, the 8th. Our previous friendship started just before the virus and then ground to a pandemic halt. This time we’ve talked more and I’ve found him very nice, helpful, and quite compatible.

Monday we went to Little Harbor for their awesome sunset. Tomorrow night we’ll go to dinner at the Moose. He’s visited several evenings to just be together and so far, I’ve liked those nights most!

But he has a big negative. He’s a very successful business man and will be heading out-of-town to participate in business commitments. It gets worst: Most of December, he’ll be away. It’ll be definitely tough to go from a guy who’s around a lot to an absentee guy but I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt for now and keep myself from depending on his presence too much.

In the meanwhile, I’ll enjoy our time together. and see how things progress. I definitely don’t want a forever relationship anyway so maybe I’ll enjoy being on my own part of the time. I’m finding that alone doesn’t bother me any more.

The weather is warming up. Kings Point is recovering from the pandemic. Hopefully there’ll be more activities to enjoy. I miss Kings Point’s socializing and look forward to being able to plan for fun stuff. I’m going to start going to the South Club Pool. After June 1st, I can even invite Ken to join me at the pool.

Almost three years ago, I lost John, on May 12, 2018. Those first days while I was in Michigan were difficult, but a Florida friend (Valery Whipkey) sent me the link to a Willie Nelson tune, “Something You Get Through.” I played it over and over (dozens of times a day). It got me through that rough time.

You can see what I wrote on my blog on May 21st 2018:

Something You Get Through

Back then I also went to Willie Nelson’s “You Tube” page and wrote: “My husband just died (May 12th). A friend sent me a link to Willie’s tune. Boy, it hit home! I had 33 wonderful years and I’m hurting. I think Willie wrote it for me.”

SURPRISINGLY WILLIE NELSON WROTE TO ME THIS MORNING…

Willie Nelson said:
I’m so sorry for your loss Sharon?? please accept my sincere condolences. Well thank you so much for being a fan of my songs??, Those comments of yours went straight to my heart??. I sincerely hope you never stop listening to my music ???.also

My friend, Shelly, posted some vital information: “An average person farts 13 times a day.”

She added, “Finally I’m above average at something.”

I took her information and absorbed it. Now throughout the day I find myself counting. How many do I have left?

Afterall I don’t want to exceed my limit.