More Than a Month. . . .

It's been more than a month since my last post. I wish that meant that things are better. They probably were better when I was posting more regularly, but I have too much on my mind to write. Feeling that today I decided to get back at it.
Much of my excuse for not writing centered on my unfamiliarity with my new computer. It is easier keyboarding with it (after all how much fun can a 10 inch PC be?) but I have to do some things differently with the mac and this is one less thing to think about doing differently.
 I also grew weary of my referring to tears so much, but like it or not they are still my nearest companion. I don't cry that easily in front of others, nor discuss it openly but I do find tears slipping up on me still on a daily basis. I'll have a random thought or come across something provoking a memory and there they are. I don't think of myself as gloomy but there are just so many memories. . . . It's lonely here especially now that school and soccer practice and dance have started and I don't see the kids so much.  I really should do more but I have found that my right leg is better when I am off it more. I have spent more time knitting and have finished projects to my recent credit. That means, in addition to sitting in my chair, my focus is  improving. I had been unable to knit with purpose for the past several months. Wow! just writing these sentences have lifted my feelings! I guess writing - and knitting - do help. I have just completed a project and I must get busy to start a new one. I am back at my housecleaning efforts, too. Benj will be up here before I know it to do the floors.  I also need to stuff more tubs of yard waste - nice term for limbs from the old trees which have succumbed to the summer storms this past month. There isn't any produce to carry in from the garden. The heat wave took care of that. But it seems that most of the roses are coming back now that the weather is kinder and gentler. I did plant mums in the window boxes to replace the heat-killed petunias et al.
With a promise to myself to get back to this project more regularly - my determination to find some resolution in my writing is probably what makes it helpful - I will try sleep again. Good night.