In which I rehash my past, and shock you with tales of TV viewing

In church today we were singing a song about how God makes "beauty from the ashes," and how He's a "Father to the fatherless," and mostly really does nice things for lonely people. I had to dab at my eyes so my mascara wouldn't run, because I was touched by a truth in that message.
There I was, in church, feeling all loved and happy, and I remembered how it once was. Those days when I was the loneliest person ever to be married to a Meth addict. There were days when life was so horrible! But it's all way back, a decade ago. Things have been relatively calm for a very long time.
Being in love with Tim shows me that those wounds have healed, in such a way that I have a greater capacity to love, and be loved. I like this relationship, and I am pretty sure that any normal woman would. But I think I am able to exalt in it all the more because of the horribleness from days-gone-by.
Every once in a while you get a glimpse of reality, like a perspective shift that shows things from a different angle. That's the way this hit me.
I know it must get annoying to hear my sappy love story. But the truth of it is that I ain't never seen nothin' like this.
No one has ever been loved so much as I am.
There was a time when I could not conceive of being happy. There were days and years when I was more lonely than I can say. There was an entire section of life colored by shock and hopelessness. It's a distant memory, now, and that is an act of God.
Today is as glorious, as yesterday was malicious.

But enough of that.

You are dying to know about my weekend, aren't you?
I have been cleaning out my junk. My garage has a great big pile of stuff to give away. "If you want it, here it is, come and get it"....isn't that from a song? Come and get stuff from my house, and take it to yours. Who wants my sewing machine? Patsy, come get my fabric. Who wants some useless junk? Broken patio furniture? Anyone?

Tim has roped me into watching a TV show. I know; don't faint. It's called "24." Do you watch that? He records it on his fancy-shmancy TV, and we watch it Saturday evenings. I am so sucked in! TV is like watching a really long movie, all stretched out over months. It's inefficient, if you ask me. But compelling.

We ate out this weekend, twice.
Tim and I had a grown up dinner on Friday evening at a very nice restaurant. I drank an entire bottle of wine over the course of the evening, and became somewhat verbose. I didn't mean to. We had a glass of red before we left the house. A glass of white with the appetizers. Then the bottle of petite Shiraz, which we split. When it was time to stand up and leave, I found myself rather unexpectedly dizzy. I should have been mindful, apparently. Although, upon reflection, the dizziness did explain why I was talking so freely.
The other time we ate out this weekend was today after church. He took us all to Panda Express, and Burger King. I know, he's classy. But, it was the two requests made by the children, and he bought all they wanted. My kids think they've died and gone to heaven. Such decadence! Two restaurants on the way home?! Order anything you want?! Even if it's not on the dollar menu?! They pretty much want to marry Tim.

I am now sick of sitting still. And those dinner dishes aren't getting any cleaner. Besides, I said "ain't" and discussed TV. I should quit while I'm ahead.