5. May 10, 2025 Scoots did well at the Vets.

Needless to say I held my breath taking Scoots to the vets yesterday. To me se did not look like she’d lost any weight, if anything, my fear was, that she had gained some weight; Awesome! Not much else to add. Outside feels and looks like possible rain, we’ll see. Time for a “you know what” and why. In an attempt to preserve our legacy I’ve begun packing once again. I’ve decided, quite realistically, that Christmases of the future will be very personal and sincere as possible. If I die, I’m positive, most, if not everything, will be designated to the trash heap by someone. In desperation I’ve designated Abby and Michael as the keepers of our existence and memories. Over the next few weeks I’ll be boxing up and moving all of our, Carla and me, memorabilia and ornaments and mementoes to the kids, Abby and Michael. All of our pictures will go with the move as well, since my family will have no interest in anything with Carla in it. It’s to bad because we had quite and life. But, they’ve neve once even checked the blog on our comings and goings. If they had blogs on their lives I’d be checking it every day, but that’s me.   Abby and Michael Will w baby Mckenna

Same day, just later.

As I was gathering up Christmas stuff, I came across Carla’s diary/blog of her European Tour with her girlfriend Sharon. It began on Aug, 20, 1968 from Bradley International Airport to London, England; the beginning of their tour. You’re probably saying to yourself, you’re not helping yourself to “move on” after Carla’s death, but I don’t give a dang. It has to be one the the most exciting experiences you can have; to walk in someone else’s shoes, by reading their words, their written words, on their day to day exploits. Yea, I’m a basket case! Without a word of exaggeration, I’ll do anything and everything in my power to keep Carla alive and in my life. The last few pages I could hear her voice as she described their destination, Milan. Jokingly I could hear her laugh as she described their dismay as they arrived for the Milan tour, only to find out they misunderstood the conductor when he advised the group to reset their time pieces. She and Sharon, her friend on this trip, set their clocks “back” instead of forward and how they had to fill in this time gap for their next tour.

It’s sad, however. I’ve come across this mini-book of hers a long time ago, and for a minute felt so guilty that I had not taken the time to read it at that time, but not so. Reading this literary document is exactly what I needed at this time 110-days after her passing. I will continue reading and re-reading this manuscript until such time that I will, hopefully, be able to talk to her in person about this travel-digest. This manuscript of hers is written on 3×5 in pages with lines so close together I don’t know how she was able to write in the allotted spaces. The digest will come with me, I hope, and maybe we’ll be able to re-read it together at some time in the future, since it will be buried with us with our urns. I know, I’m fantasizing, but I can only hope you, the reader, can find a person you love so much that you’re nauseous every day you’re away from him or her.  I could, very easily, copy this manuscript into this blog on mine, but I have no hope that anyone would ever read it; About to same amount of people that take the time to read this blog. In hindsight, I should have been happy just taking the pictures about our travels, and given the task to supplying the script to Carla. This blog would have had many more readers.

Forgive me for inserting pictures of Carla that have absolutely nothing to do with the texts being presented, as I have said before, it’s my blog. These last few days have been very hard. I should be speaking to a shrink, not a blog, but the blog is much cheaper. More birthdays and deaths coming up the next 3-months.

Made an appointment for Scoots for the 9th, in 3-days. Something about dialysis. I’ll find out more then, I hope. Scoots, although just a cat, has been my soulmate these last 12-months. I just cannot have anything happen to her.

Same day still, 7pm

Went to Mass today, actually twice today, it gives me a reprieve on Sunday, if I could only get Scoots to cooperate and sleep-in. It was the Mother’s Day Vigil Mass. To my surprise was someone I recognized, and actually knew her name. Only problem was that every time she turned my way she never even nodded her head, strange! Mass was over and I felt I should at least give her a call as to why she was being evasive. Before I go any further let me digress. I, maybe know, possibly 4-people in the parish, and not all by name, she might be number five, just an acquaintance and good friend. I’m married for life and am very happy to remain that way.

Long story short, it wasn’t her. I’ve herd so many say, through the years, someone they know looks exactly like a person they in their past. This person was just that, a body double. Haven’t heard of anyone finding a double for me, if yes, I would send them a sympathy card.

To finish off the day, when I got home the cloths were dry, fed Scooty and enjoyed a delicious pasta, shrimp and Alfredo dinner.

Understandably, my latest endeavor is to pack up Christmas. The last 40-years of my life were basically spent alone, with Carla and with Carla and Abby. My biggest fear and concern is that Carla and Il, once I pass away,  will be forgotten and lost to history. The truth is that neither one of us had attained any type of high status in our lives, so, I’m taking on the roll of passing on pictures, artifacts, mementoes and even texts and stories of our existence. At best, I realize, this will only work for about 10 years, but I can hope  that the rolls we played during our lifetimes might be remembered for at least another generation and possibly tell stories about a couple known as  Mr. and Mrs. G.