Well it is now November. It has been a few months since our get away to the upper peninsula. Bumpa is getting ready to go up for two weeks for his annual deer hunting excursion. I'm glad he gets to go. He works hard all year long and really deserves his time away. I miss him when he is gone. The nights and days seem to drag on forever, but then they do anyway since he is on second shift. The one thing I don't like about his hunting season is the fact that it falls during the time my first husband, Dave passed away on Nov. 15, 1975. Some days just stick in my memory no matter how much I try and forget them. This and August 1st, Dave's birthday, are days that are etched in my mind.
Well, actually there are two things I don't like about this time of year. One being the above mentioned and the second being that he thinks he needs to volunteer for all the overtime he can get. Which means that the week preceding his departure is filled with extra hours at work and extra hours spent getting ready, packing and planning that we end up having no time together at all. So it seems as if he is really gone longer than the two weeks he is actually gone. I asked him how much money he made an hour when he isn't on overtime. I was willing to buy an hour of his time just so I could spend some time with him. And as I write, I think of more things I don't like about this time of year.
I don't like that it will soon be cold, gray and snowy or icy most of the time. Nor do I like the fact that I will be stuck inside more often than not. I absolutely hate driving in crappy weather ever since I rolled our Jeep over back in January of 1990. Not only do I hate driving in crappy weather, I refuse to drive in it. I am so afraid of rolling over again. I know, I have a 4wheel drive vehicle with a longer wheel base than the Jeep had, but I am still terrified. I drove in it a couple years ago when I was working more part-time than I am now. Didn't like it then and know I won't like it this winter either. I already told them not to call me if the weather is bad....because I won't drive in it anymore. For heavens sake I am 65 years old and if I don't feel safe enough to drive in bad weather I simply won't do it.