Life On The Mountain Side

Oh my, life on the mountain side is certainly different now.  Since the death of my noisemaker my life is changing each day.  

I have taken to hating the three W's.  Wood, Water, and Widowhood.

The wood is so (curse word) heavy, I think that when I am doing the stacking of it, I will be going up yonder and will meet up with my noisemaker.

The water - good grief, I do not even have the strength to take the (curse word) cap off, let alone pour water from a five gallon jug.

Widowhood - it is a whopper to become acquainted with.  Certainly, you can do things when you want to do them and do what you want to do.  It was the constant banter that noisemaker had and his physical body being there when I returned home that I miss.

Life goes on, one foot in front of the other, and tomorrow is another day.

A very young Noisemaker and I, 20 years ago.