You gotta do what you gotta do. Memories and conclusions.

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That´s an English saying I love. It doesn´t sound as well in Spanish. I was just replying to a post here and I remembered how my life had changed after my husband died. In fact, in some ways my life had changed when he got ill. But he was always strong for both of us in spite of everything. And he always made me feel is is I were the Queen of Sheba We always lived well but he was the main provider. So it was easy for my to fill the grocery cart with delicious things that he did not much care to eat. When he passed, I thought to myself that I had always lived like a princess thanks to him and that I would continue to live that way. So I made a mental list. I learned to dye my hair as I did not like white hair for me. Beauty parlors would be off limits. I would not go to coffee shops for my cappuchinos. I learned to make them. Before, every time we had visitors, I would fill the cart with cheeses, olives and dips. I changed it all and now I dare anyone to make better appetizers than myself. And I´m constantly changing them. My friend Humberto decides which one he likes best: he is my taster. I learned to cook in a different way as I had an ill husband for 10 years. First I learned to cook what he needed and then I discovered that I liked other food. In fact, I´m writing this post while my kitchen has some aromas that my late husband would not have liked. For over 30 years I never cooked cauliflower or chickpeas. And the list was long. Still, I did not mind it. Not many woman have husbands that make them feel like princesses all the time. My daughters certainly did not have my luck. I don´t think that some women "deserve" more. They are just more lucky. So, although I was always loved and respected, I adhere to the movement ME TOO. All people should be respected, no matter what.