Jim and i were busy that week trying to get settled into our new home. With little furniture there wasn't too much we could do but clean, which we did from top to bottom. We scrubbed windows, washed down the walls, cleaned the bath thoroughly; one never knows what others might have left behind. Jim had taken the week off from work to help me settle in. We had had gone and had the utilities turned on. To this silly happy slave, even that was exciting. i was spending every moment with Biker. i didn't have to part from Him. Joe had gotten us an ole worn out mattress for us to sleep on. i had used a cleanser and disinfectant on the mattress and sat it in the sun for the day, to dry and air out. Just doing these menial chores was pure joy to me. i was able to cook for Him, serve Him His coffee, and give Him a nightly bath, which i made long and relaxing.
There was no sitting porch, but we would sit outside when the sun was shining. It was still early in the year for this. Winter was still in the air, but sitting out there was delightful. i knew that spring was just around the corner as the daffodils were beginning to pop up out of the ground. i could not wait to see their yellow heads open to full bloom. Biker and i enjoyed watching the Amish folk riding by in there horse driven carriages. They were a solid black. Many of these carts would have barefoot children riding in the back. They would peer at us shyly. As time went on we saw these children and even their parents beginning to smile and wave at us as we sat there. The children would be singing songs and they seemed so happy and content. There is nothing like the sound of laughter of children. Many times when inside the trailer we would hear the clippity clop of horse's hooves coming down the road before they could be seen. At times the younger boys would be racing up and own the road on their horses, behaving just as boys might in cars, but with a much less dangerous result. It was fun to watch their reactions when Biker would crank up His motorcycle. They could not take their eyes on of it. They seemed captivated. The women and men were not as friendly at first, but over time that changed as well. The ladies began to smile, wave or nod, as did their men. After some time they would tip their hat in greeting to us as they passed.
On Monday Biker returned to work leaving me alone again, but i knew then, at least He would return a few hours later. It was very quiet now. There nothing much to do, as we had finished most of what we could. i had a few things in storage back in Tennessee where my soon to be ex-husband lived. At the end of the week Biker and i would return to picked those few things up, while also going back to Susan's to visit for the weekend. We would be bringing Beauty back with us.
i was dreading going back to her place. i knew Biker very much wanted to take her again, to touch her, kiss and hold her once more. Thing was, we had not played once in that two weeks now she would get His full attention. i vowed to myself no one would see how it hurt me. i learned well how to put on a happy face. i could laugh right along with them, my laughter sounded a little too cheerful, but no one seemed to notice. i will be honest. i sometimes wished they would notice. Maybe then i could reveal how i truly felt. i knew that Biker would be angry if i said anything to hurt Susan so it was best they didn't notice. I had permission to go into my husband house and shed and retrieve my things although he was not home. He was at work. From the shed i removed a small table and chair set. A box of pots and pans a set of dishes that had been a gift to me from Tanja, my daughter. The family albums, i would sort through those later and divide them with my husband and children. i should add at this point my husband was now seeing other people and i was happy he was. i did not wish to see him alone. He had filed for divorce. i also had been told He was very close to becoming engaged to an ole friend of mine. i liked this lady. i found that some things i was suppose to take with me were missing, a set of iron skillets I had owned for about 25 years. Those i would hate losing. i now know she had been given those. i gathered together the silver-serving bowl and matching candlestick holders, several serving trays and some other kitchen items, there were duplicates so i wasn't taking anything he would be deprived of. In the shed were also all my Christmas decorations i had collected since my children were small. Some were homemade things, such an ornaments made from flour and salt, and then hand painted by my children. A nativity set was also among these treasures. i think Al knew i would hurt anyone who touched those personal items. i collected those and carefully loaded them into the truck. Moments later Biker and I were off to Susan's.
