One afternoon Bill and I stopped at a diner for an early dinner before going back to the chaotic house we living in.

We ordered, our food was delivered and Bill suddenly says I don't feel so great. I looked at him and he was grey and sweating. I suggested he go sit in the truck for a few minutes. He got up and went out to the truck and I ate some of my order and asked for a box to take the rest home. When I got out to the truck Bill announced he thought he should go to the ER. So...

Once Bill moved up to NY with me, it was apparent that we really were Yin and Yang. Sure, we had our period of adjusting to living with someone new, but it seemed to be a seamless transition most times.
Life was busy and Bill experienced some problems with his heart and had to have some procedures. While he was in the hospital I stayed at home counting the hours till he was home again. I couldn't visit him at the hospital because I don't drive. It is funny most people tend to freak out when...

This entry should have gone before the last entry.I'm trying to keep my timeline true.
Anyway, this is a poem Bill wrote for me before he moved up to NY with me.
I was always a huge fan of his writing and poems. When he emailed me this, I was so touched and thrilled.

Then There Was You

A cold, shrill and bitter wind blows within an empty soul, leaving a barren heart empty and
desolate as a windy snow swept Artic plain. Darkness and despair loom...

I was glad Bill walked away as he did as I hate goodbyes. By his doing that I knew he was the guy for me.Emotional dramatic scenes aren't my thing and I was glad they weren't his either.
I rushed threw security and made my flight. On the plane home I reflected on the past week.

Some of the excitement had lessoned and I could actually think instead of letting my emotions make descions for me. My plane touched down in Albany and before I knew it I was home in my quiet little...

Once we finally found the cabin we had rented, we unpacked the truck and went inside to check it out.

Then we hopped back into the truck and headed into town for some dinner. I felt funny and somewhat shy around him. I kept looking at him covertly.There was never a shortage of conversation. The 2 of us never shut up. To admit I felt funny or shy is almost unheard of for those that know me. Shy is not normally in my vocabulary.
I think it took me 2 whole days to get used to...