Blog readers, my life is pretty messed up, as you have learned from my past writings. I will never find a way to a better life on my own. And I still refuse to give up caring for my wife, although she is getting harder to care for every day.
Whether it is a fantasy or a pipe dream, I believe the right woman can join me and help me devise a plan for a better future. As many people like to say, nothing is impossible, and I want to believe them. I did have an FWB for a short time, and my wife was happy to have her as a friend and "playmate." For those of you who agonized about that experiment, the worry was for naught, and when I decided it was best to send her out to a new adventure, my wife missed her and was upset for a few days. Fortunately, dementia helped her put that behind in the past.
Things resumed as before. Immediately, the cold wind blew through my home each night when I tucked my wife into bed and binged on television until there were no episodes I had not seen of my favorites. When I opened the door to let the dogs out in the backyard, tumbleweeds and a sand storm passed through the yard, as I experienced in Tucumcari, New Mexico. During the day, I heard vultures circling above, and a screech owl blared a warning during the night. I expect apparitions to drift back in the moon's light anytime. It sounds like a D minor chord when the wind blows, giving me goosebumps.
