According to newepicauthor, this week’s theme is “water under the bridge.” I have the perfect song, one of my favorites. It was on one of the first eight-track tapes I had as a kid.
During the seven years I was married to Bill before he died, he was my bridge over troubled water, even after he suffered his strokes. Whenever I was frightened, sad, angry, I would go to him. He would hold me, and although there wasn’t much else he could do, I felt everything would work out in the end, and it usually did. You can read more about us in My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds. I hope you’ve found someone who can be your bridge over troubled water.
Since I’m being featured this coming Saturday on another blog, and I plan to re-blog that then, I decided to post my weekly music feature today instead of a book feature. According to my Amazon companion, today is National Bikini Day, among other things. Here’s a song to commemorate that for those who prefer minimal clothing. Enjoy, and have a great day.
I recently received a letter that said it was time for me to have a new water meter installed. Our fair city of Sheridan, Wyoming, in its so-called infinite wisdom, has determined that each resident must have a new water meter installed in order to continue receiving service. Fortunately, they’re paying for the installation, but my problem is I don’t know where my old water meter is. I have a visual impairment, and I don’t even know what a water meter looks like.
I’ve made an appointment. Someone is coming tomorrow. Surely that person will want to install the new meter in the same location as the old, but at the moment, I don’t know where that is. I’ve never had to worry about this before. Since no one has come to the door with the intention of reading the meter, I assumed it was outside, but where?
My late husband Bill is probably laughing at me from above. Having bought and rented twenty houses in his day, although he was totally blind, I’m sure he made a point of finding out the location of the water meter and other essential items.
Today, my homemaker from the local senior center is coming for her weekly visit. I can only hope she can find the lost meter. If not, I’ll just have to admit to the person who comes to install the new one that even though I’ve lived in this house for over ten years, I don’t know where the old meter is. It’s either that or sing this song.