by Diane: Update #3 for transitionion to widowhood; What looks orderly feels good

 Fisherman Hubby past away a month ago.

  So when I  feel sad the feeling pasts quickly. I have been busy. 

I just have to look around at the rooms as they appear more and more orderly to feel that everything is under control. His clothes were donated to the Red Cross for fire victims of wild fires. The family who received the suitcases full sent a nice thank you note.

His stuff mostly gone: He wouldn't recognize the house. With all that is left inside the house, I've made a shrine with his high school graduation picture, his iconic wool fishing hat and four lens fishing glasses that gave him the look of an insect, the red tee with Poloneisian style representations of sharks, a leaded fishing lure tied to a hook, his 1961 high school anual, and other personal momentoes. These special, sentimental things are in an office cabinet he built 40 years or more ago.  The candle holder on top of the cabinet is from a magnolia tree that he helped a neighbor salvage the blonde colored wood. The flame snuffer was his creation. The stoneware plate under the candle was one he made.  His bright warmth continues in his room although it is now being made comfortable for overnight guests.  What was our living room is now a room for just my living, The stout workbench that he made,was moved from the small bedroom to the left of the front door. In the "living" room I can paint, read, eat, watch TV, do Tai Chi, and do office work. In the garage his fishing Almar Aluminum boat remains prepared for going fishing as he wished.  The kokanee count he did for ODFW from his last trip on Green Peter, March 23, is still on the stern. Year of his last solo boat trip 2020 ?

   My new life style is stabalizing at home thanks to the help of family and friends. Fisherman Hubby would be happy that the furniture he crafted and the ranch style home he modified, with sky lights, is continuing to make me happy.