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Wednesday, March 30, 2011

If I lived alone

I would be a bad example for people looking for vital old people. I would be the Crazy Lady On The Country Road.

I think, if I lived alone, I might never get out of my nightgown. As it is, as soon as I'm in the door after work, I'm out of my shoes and clothes and into my jammies.
I would sleep at odd hours, for irregular lengths of time, and eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on rye bread for days on end. And then I would switch my menu to canned artichokes for a while, moving on to chopped spinach with butter and salt.
I would read by the light of the moon, and fall asleep where I sat with my book.
I would wander around outdoors, in my nightgown, with boots and a down jacket and earmuffs, checking for green leaftips poking hopefully out of the barely thawed ground.
I would clean closets at 1:00am and feed the dogs whenever they looked as if they would eat.
I would drink pots of coffee at 3:00am, get myself minimally clothed, and do the food shopping at 5:00am. And then come home and take a nap.

I know all these things because Husband is traveling for a few days.
It's probably a good thing that I have the framework of employment to bind me into some semblance of an ordered human being.

22 comments:

Blipfillypicklepoo said...

June: You have pretty much captured my existence (and that of my dog). There is something to be said for having someone else around to keep you sort of in touch with "the world". If it weren't for my job, I would probably be a hermit.

Retired English Teacher said...

I understand. I think I would do the same.

@ly said...

I could totally relate!!!

Anne Boleyn said...

After 44 years of husbands and work and aging parents, I am in my own little house with my dogs and cats. I do much of what you describe and am learning to talk myself out of feeling guilty for loving the contented life I lead. I do some volunteer work and I give to several organizations; I have wonderful friends. There is much in this world to be sad about. There is also great joy to be found.
Go girl!

Hilary said...

You are so not alone. Sounds good to me.

Muffy's Marks said...

What a great life that would be. I love to stay in my jammas all day long. In fact, I told my kids if they ever place me in 'the home' no street clothes allowed. Send me there with my pajamas, books, sewing machine and laptop. If they want to take me somewhere they can bring something suitable for me to wear!! That's my story and I'm sticking to it!!

Lord Wellbourne said...

I think we're all on the same page here! When it's snowing or raining or both I don't bother getting out of my 'comfies'. If HRH weren't here and impersonating a Nazi motivational speaker, I would so assume the life-style you describe. Except it would be cats rather than dogs. And more of 'em.

Floridagirl said...

The first thing I thought when reading this was 'well, then there'd be two of us'.

Wanda..... said...

Sounds good to me, pajamas are comfy...I've spent whole days in them.

Midlife Jobhunter said...

I do things much differently when my husband is gone. I love my own schedule. Sounds like we do several the same although I don't have a job everyday. Leaves more room singular expression.

#1Nana said...

After reading all the comments I think that there are enough of us to form a club...or maybe it should be a support group?

I still can't stop myself from being embarrassed when UPS makes a delivery in the afternoon and I'm still in jammies. If it's the jehovah's knocking on my door, i just don't answer and save myself the guilt.

frayedattheedge said...

When I read your delightful post, I immediately thought of this poem http://labyrinth_3.tripod.com/page59.html - I hope the link works and you enjoy the poem!
(I found you via Rachel at Slow Lane Life)
Regards Anne

Freda said...

And forget to do the housework!

rachel said...

Clothing-wise, you sound like some of our local students. I used to think that if I were to live alone, I would eat toast all the time, but oddly, now that I do, I don't!

Tamara said...

I believe the term of endearment is "Crone" and where do I join? I am so ready to be there.

The Cranky Crone, she lives alone! said...

Hey June have you been spying on me? actually, I used to be that way when I was on my own for definite amount of time...........but now there is no end to it, I have been a bit more disciplined, for a little while its freeing but for too long it leads to crazy and cranky and a little wonky, Oh! my thats me!!!!
Glad you are enjoying yourself :-)

Journey said...

June, you sound like a perfect neighbor!! There is something to be said for living long enough to do as we please.

VioletSky said...

I do live alone.
Have you been peeking in my windows??

Linda Myers said...

That's what I do when my husband is out of town. I am SO RELIEVED to know I'm not the only one.

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

See ! We all do it .

slugmama said...

Being an "ordered human being" is highly overrated....I'm just sayin....

Carolynn said...

Oh my. Two peas in a pod are we. *grin*