Day 21 -- A different Sunday

I slept in for almost an hour.  No particular reason, just did.  Got up, did the personal stuff, stripped the bed, made coffee, got the papers, and went to the lanai.  About the usual way to start a Sunday morning.  Being a little late, time for Sunday Morning came quickly and I did the usual Sunday morning routine.  It was interesting -- but during some of the sections, I got breakfast out -- and started some of it thawing.  It got ready just after the  "we leave you this morning at...."-- the last 45 seconds of the show.  Breakfast was good and filling.
Got the sheets and a few other odds and ends in the washer and started that process.  Thought about going out to fix the sprinkler head that had tangled with a mower -- but the sun was mighty bright.  Was doing some light reading -- the story was about a Valentine dance and the songs that were played (from the 60's).  The story recorded the words, and as I read them, I was almost overwhelmed with tender memories, and serious regrets that I had not made use of songs and words to be more romantic when I could have been.  Just typing that now, and the memories and regrets well up.
Thought it would be a great idea to put that play list together from iTunes -- so I did.  At least the songs that had the most impact.  Tried to  listen to the play list -- only made it thru 1 1/2 tunes and stopped because all I could think of is how love hurts when it can't be expressed.  I hope that is a corner that I will be able to turn one day -- and find a way to express that love to others -- as Margaret did to me.
I had to get out of the house.  Thankfully it got cloudy -- rained a little bit later -- and I got the scooter and got the sprinkler fixed.  I'll know how well I did in the morning  when the system runs.
Was I over the hurt -- no.  I think I just got it back in its place after acknowledging that it is there, alive and important.  Well, almost back in its place -- my nose has been running all evening.
So three weeks of my new life are now behind me.  But the past is more alive and available than ever before.  Must be part of the "new' in new life.