It's been a fairly boring day. Woke up, showered and started in on the new morning routine of disinfecting door knobs, sink knobs and faucets, switch plates and most anything else we may touch routinely. Swept all floors, stripped the bed, washed all bedding and remade. So basically more or less a typical Saturday. Leftover mexican food for lunch, a nap, more YouTube baseball playoffs and here I am. Didn't get the dogs to the park today so they're kinda mopey. Life seem to be continuing on around us. BBQ's, kids playing. This is all still a bit surreal.

Since I don't have much to write about today I'll introduce my roommates as we are all kinda stuck here together. First there's William. I met William when my ex husband and I moved to a small mountain community of 130 full time residents about 30 years ago. He was a punk kid, partying and doing what 18 year olds do in a remote mountain town and I and my husband were just wanting to live as remote as possible and enjoy what we loved doing most, snowmobiling, back country hiking, camping and fly fishing. William and I worked together at the ski resort as well as the deli in the General Store. And when you live in a town that small your paths cross regularly. He was just another goofy ski bum who made me laugh constantly. Like most of us in that tiny town he partied hard. It's what it was about. Working hard and partying harder. After twelve years my ex and I left and moved to another small town on the CA/OR border. The internet had just come into being. There was no myspace, facebook or anything like that. So even though we went back often at the start to visit, we eventually slowed those visits down and lost contact with a lot of our friends. 

Fast forward to Facebook. As time goes by I start finding friends from my old home town. I start friending them and soon I'm getting friend requests from them and William was one of them eventually. Years pass, I get divorced, remarried and relocate to England where my husband is from. Circumstances out of our control split us up and I end up coming back to the States. I have no where to go. Being homeless and on the streets had not been in my plans. I send out a plea on Facebook .... please, I need a room somewhere where there's a chance to find a job. If anyone can help. And within a couple minutes I have a message from William saying he will be there to get me that afternoon and I can stay with him and his wife till I get back on my feet. I accepted. I got settled and found a job, eventually bought a car and felt life coming back together.

Now, I didn't know his wife, Ellen, at all. I met her for the first time looking and feeling dazed and confused fresh back in the country after 3 years gone. She welcomed me warmly and we hit it off great. She suffers from RA and Fibromyalgia and is in constant pain. I recognized this and helped out with most chores and took her to doctors appointments and was just around if needed. I'm in the past tense here because they asked me to leave after 14 months. Gave me two months to find a place. I found one in less than a month just a few blocks away. I was out by the last week in October. I was invited over for dinner several times a week and to watch football. Thanksgiving and Christmas were spent with them. A few days after Christmas they invited me over and we all went out to toke before we ate. It's then they asked me to move back in. So, I did. I was back here by mid January. They said they had not realized how much I did and how much I helped till I was gone. Bless 'em. I can stay forever if I want. But don't think I want. Another story for another day.

I've rambled way to long and for that I apologize.

Peace.