I often get questions from non-widowed friends about what itís like living alone after being with someone for over 50 years. I was thinking about that the other day when I was getting ready for a medical appointment and hereís the best example I can think of right now anyway.
If youíve ever been on a sea-going ship in the middle of the ocean you know that even though you are out of sight of land, you arenít alone because of the constant interaction of your crewmates. Being alone after 50 years is like waking up on a ship in the middle of the ocean and finding out that you are the only one on board. Everyone else is gone. You have an empty, almost helpless feeling. You want to shout, ďHey, how am I supposed to run this ship all by myself!Ē
If that sounds like some kind of nightmare; I guess youíre right. Of course you have to compose yourself and keep sailing on course; thatís your duty to yourself and the crew.
I attended a family wedding recently and it was wonderful to be with children, their spouses, and grandchildren whom I donít get to see often enough. I also thought it was nice to meet the ďotherĒ family and try to get to know each other in a few days. The great distance meant that I was dealing with other customs. It sure wasnít like our weddings. There were no polkas or dollar dance. It was over quickly. An afternoon wedding here means you are going to be coming home in the early A.M. I was just getting warmed up after a nice meal and a few sips of wine and people were leaving. Our table of Mid-Westerners looked in amazement as people started streaming by on their way home. There was no lack of hugging. I was hugged enough for quite a while. I was even hugged and kissed (on the cheek) by an attorney (female). My children, who attended, looked on trying not to laugh out loud. They know my attitude about hugging, ďCanít we just shake hands?Ē And they find great humor in seeing me trapped by huggers. It was truly a nice affair and we tried to fit in as well as we could being aliens.
Well, I suppose they would feel as out of place here if they attended some of the raucous affairs that seem to be the norm in Wisconsin and Minnesota.
I am finally getting over one of those awful late winter colds. I certainly got a lot of advice on how to get rid of it, but as usual it lasted two weeks. I guess if I would have taken a spoonful of this and some of those zinc things I could have cut it down to 14 days.
I chickened out on waffle making Easter morning. I pulled out the box of mix and carefully read how to adjust the mix to make waffle batter. Then I said, ďNah,Ē and made pancakes instead.
It worked folks! With so many of us wishing for spring, winter just had to give up! Iím sure itís hiding around the corner waiting for a chance to jump back into our lives so be careful. Alís on Facebook firstname.lastname@example.org or write care of Winona Post, Box 27, Winona, MN 55987.