Objects in the Mirror

I went for a motorcycle ride this afternoon with my (and Jane's) buddy Melinda. It's the first ride I've taken since Jane passed away a little over 2 weeks ago.

If you have read all (or most) of my blog, you may recall a post in which I told Jane, "I don't know what I'll do when you're not in my mirror." Well, today I experienced that feeling. You know how many late-model autos have inscriptions in the passenger's side mirror? Something like, "Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear." Well, here's my version of a photo I took of my Jane riding behind me a year or so back.


By the way, I have neglected to THANK everyone who thoroughly cleaned our home and did the yard work while we were away in San Jose last week. So, THANK YOU! I took some photos, at Terry's request, just so she could see what our home looks like when it's actually uncluttered and clean. This is what we walked in the front door to see:

And the back yard, mowed, trimmed, and sidewalk EDGED! Fantastic ! ! !