Sundays were once my favorite day of the week. It was the one day without the frantic, hectic schedules and obligations of work and school. There was Sunday School and church, but still, most of day was ours to do as we pleased. A nice sit-on-the-deck with a pot of coffee and the NY Times crossword puzzle was pure joy. He had his mother's 1940's crossword puzzle dictionary. It contained the word compute, but not computer. However, if three down was as obscure as, "how did Sitting Bull say O.K.?", you'd find your answer. (It was ugh, by the way.) We did projects. I'd trim the Holly bushes, he'd patch a hole in the concrete driveway. Every half hour or so, he'd holler "Break Time" and we'd have a mini rest. It wasn't what we accomplished, it was we accomplished what we wanted. We enjoyed each other's company and talked about anything or everything. Sometimes we were quiet - together.
Our evenings began with his familiar "Hi honey. I'm home". We had dinner. I did the cooking, he helped with clean up. Weather permitting, a sit-on-the-deck to share our days adventures, or lack of. At 9:00PM sharp, we tuned in Larry King Live and soon after, headed upstairs to bed - together.
Today, it'd be just peachy keen to do without Sundays and evenings altogether. And don't even get me started on that gawd-awful month of February! Those times are loooooooooooooong!! And lonely.
Membership in the Women Who Have Outlived Their Husbands club certainly isn't sought after, but once you've become a reluctant member, you have to deal with it. My coping strategy is to stay busy with employment. The schedules and obligations I was once so happy to be rid of are now a refuge. I'd rather "have to" be at work on Sunday, or in the evenings than be at home - alone. And, as I said before, don't even get me started on February! Can you identify?
Sandy
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