Absolutely agree with Tom on the emotional upheaval from a divorce.
While I also had a 32-inch waist in my 20s and was good for it until the divorce went to 36-inch in my 40s just after my 25th wedding anniversary when living in Boston.
(Great words on depression...when people think "cheer-up" …
Absolutely agree with Tom on the emotional upheaval from a divorce.
While I also had a 32-inch waist in my 20s and was good for it until the divorce went to 36-inch in my 40s just after my 25th wedding anniversary when living in Boston.
(Great words on depression...when people think "cheer-up" is a reality.)
My life changed to being a single parent of a daughter with our pound-saved "Kitty," who importantly slept on my bed and ensconced herself on my desk. She was important for my "therapy" as well as for Alexandra.
Unfortunately, before my daughter went to Navy Boot Camp after graduating high school (didn't want to continue her road with drugging and drinking as did her older friends), our cat started limping...it turned out Kitty had an inoperable cancerous growth on her shoulder.
So within two weeks Kitty was euthanized and Alexandra was in Boot Camp; thereafter assigned to Norfolk, where I could see her when not at sea.
Tom would appreciate this...Alex's dream was to be assigned to the USS Constitution (Old Ironsides) in Boston Harbor, whose crew were at least Petty Officers. After attaining rank after 4-years on active duty, she applied for that station, but the ship was placed in dry-dock for repairs.
Instead, she found a placement for the final four years of her initial enlistment in Boston, where she received her BA and MS degrees (Thank you taxpayers!)
To this day we both have pictures of she, Kitty, and me.
Great show. (fantastic bass line on the extro)
Absolutely agree with Tom on the emotional upheaval from a divorce.
While I also had a 32-inch waist in my 20s and was good for it until the divorce went to 36-inch in my 40s just after my 25th wedding anniversary when living in Boston.
(Great words on depression...when people think "cheer-up" is a reality.)
My life changed to being a single parent of a daughter with our pound-saved "Kitty," who importantly slept on my bed and ensconced herself on my desk. She was important for my "therapy" as well as for Alexandra.
Unfortunately, before my daughter went to Navy Boot Camp after graduating high school (didn't want to continue her road with drugging and drinking as did her older friends), our cat started limping...it turned out Kitty had an inoperable cancerous growth on her shoulder.
So within two weeks Kitty was euthanized and Alexandra was in Boot Camp; thereafter assigned to Norfolk, where I could see her when not at sea.
Tom would appreciate this...Alex's dream was to be assigned to the USS Constitution (Old Ironsides) in Boston Harbor, whose crew were at least Petty Officers. After attaining rank after 4-years on active duty, she applied for that station, but the ship was placed in dry-dock for repairs.
Instead, she found a placement for the final four years of her initial enlistment in Boston, where she received her BA and MS degrees (Thank you taxpayers!)
To this day we both have pictures of she, Kitty, and me.