Summing it Up...
Now, that I'm way on the wrong side of sixty, I feel that being true to self is important. "I yam, what I yam." Kindness and smiles are to be given away. Women are strong. Men are more vulnerable than we believe. Husbands may come and go...but one thing I know for sure is that I will NEVAH live without a corgi or coffee in my life if I can prevent it. Come piles of dog fur or hot water!
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Alone, without Supervision...
Bet you're thinking uh-huh...she's being naughty! Well, sort of I guess. Let's set the scene. Winter...doldrums...long, dark nights...Jim out on the road...two weeks alone without any one telling me I can't do something. Perfect setup for trouble, right?
Well...I don't know what YOU'D be up to, but I've been sorting closets, drawers, tossing papers, moving entire rooms of furniture. My sis-in-law and I are infamous for moving furniture when we have emotional upsets. Cleaning is cathartic when your innards aren't happy. There's just too much winter to cope with!
Jim's "big man's" recliner wasn't too bad to push around, but the corgi/mama chair and a half was awful, weighing twice as much.
Several herniated discs unpleasantly wake me up during the night when these shifting urges strike. The ol' gal still feels like superwoman in her head...forgetting (or denying) that the body isn't what it used to be. I always pay for it, but it's SO rewarding to see the results of one's efforts.
Jim'll be mad. He always is, but phhhttt,when the urge strikes to get something done, it's very hard to wait around for two weeks for a tired, grumpy man to get home, who will just crab about moving furniture. So...why not just get 'er done?
Being alone has never bothered me. Luckily, since Jim has been gone most of our thirteen year marriage. Luckily, since I was single for fifteen years...while working, raising two kids,going to school after divorcing in '82. I even liked it as a kid. Boredom has never been a problem for me. Is it something that any of you have trouble dealing with?
Is it a woman thing... this need to change/clean/clear...or am I just plain weird? Surely, there are a lot of "us" out there.......right? Peck, peck....hello? Anyone going to jump on this rebellious wagon of hormones?