I went back to bed, but I was very wide awake at that point.
This morning, I got up early, and snuck out of the house so that I would not wake Tim up. I had some stuff to take care of at the hospital. The EKG lady came and got me from where I was waiting. I had been up late, had not slept well, and had not been allowed coffee, so suffice it to say, I was not all that chipper. However, the EKG lady was, by golly. Perky. Caffeinated. We walked side by side, and she chattered while flipping through my paperwork. "Gees, I think that I'm more excited about this that you are."
'No fooling,' I thought to myself in my grumpy, uncaffeinated way. "I guess that I'm not a person who gets real excited about medical stuff. No offense, but I'd just as soon be someplace else." ('...drinking coffee,' I thought)
She wasn't offended. "What are you going to do with the rest of your day?" I said, "Well, we're rehabbing a house." She said, "I KNOW! I read your article in the paper!" It's always a bit jarring to meet readers. They know me, but I don't know them. But we talked about houses. She's selling hers, up in New York State. She's moved here and is staying with her sister. She told me that her husband had recently died. They'd had no children, and... Next thing you know, her eyes are teary. I'm a boob of the finest caliber, so right away, I start feeling emotional, remembering how awful it had been to lose Tim the previous night, even for 45 minutes. She was embarrassed at her tears and told me not to pay any attention to her. "Listen," I said, "you're dealing with an awful lot of changes. Your husband has died, you're selling your home, you've moved to an new place...that's a lot! You have a right to cry."
EKGs don't take long, and before I knew it we were chattering away, both of us, like we'd known each other for a hundred years. "Hey, if you ever find yourself feeling blue, like you'd like to visit, you can come over to the new house and keep me company while I work. I'm a terrible blabber..." I gave her the address. Shocked, she said, "I know exactly where that is. My in-laws remodeled 418, right across the street from you."
This town is a small town. One of our new neighbors turned out to be an old friend from my childhood church. Our back yards ajoin. People are always out walking their dogs, or chatting in their yard, or sitting on their porch. We'll be living very close to the bike/hike trail. I am already seeing a lot of opportunities to socialize. As much as I fretted about moving into town, I have to admit, it's been lonely in the woods, and it will be fun to have people to talk to.
Aren't these clouds cool?