Today is the first day of the rest of my life. And so it begins. The Mother's Day High Tea is over and the Yappy Dog Run passed my driveway as I left for church yesterday. The cups are wrapped and stored in the basement of the church. This morning I will wrap the tea pots and put them away. It was a very successful event and I look forward to next year. The tea is the one time of the year that I get to see a lot of my friends. This year I had 2 daughters, 2 son-in-laws, 2 granddaughters, 3 great grand sons, my niece Lisa Shea Porter with her husband and daughter and a partridge in a Pear Tree. The kids got acquainted and a good time was had by all. But now it is Monday and life moves forward.
When I think about this being the first day of the rest of my life, it seems a little daunting, but I am pretty sure I can handle it. All I can say is I had a bumper sticker once that summed it all up for me. It said "If I had known I was going to live this long, I would have taken better care of myself." When I was a teenager, I knew I would not live to see 30. When 30 rolled around and I had 5 kids I was pretty sure 40 was my limit. 40 came and I fell in love and decided I would probably live forever. Now that I am beginning to fossilize, I am wondering if age is not just a number? I have lost a lot of friends and most of my close family. I am sure there are no uncles or aunts left out there. The most I could hope for would be a cousin, but I am thinking that is a futile thought. I have lived in Colorado over half of my life and lost touch of what ever family I had back there. Do not think I am complaining, because I am not. I never kept track of them, and by the same token, they never kept track of me. So there you go!
Now, to the rest of my life. Many of my friends want to know what I am going to do. So, let me just weigh out my options. My 2400 square foot house on one acre of land is pretty much free and clear. If I sell it, I have to move. Now where would I move, you ask. Since I have spent over half my life in Pueblo, Colorado, leaving does not make much sense. Living in this big house all alone does not make sense either. I have a cat and 8 geese. The geese have never lived any where except here, so if I sold the house, the geese would have to stay with the property. Icarus could move with me, but she has never been a litter box user, preferring rather to use the doggie door and go outside. If I moved into town she would no doubt be ran over the first time the door was opened.
Or, I could get a room mate. Now, I am sorry, but I can not think of a single soul in my repertoire of friends that I would want to live with and share space with. I do not want to live with a female who would hog the bathroom and leave things laying here and there. She would no doubt want to be friends and share secrets, but I am not a secret sharing person. I thought about maybe a little gay guy, but what if he wanted to throw a party? I do not want parties and loud music. I think I am best if I just live alone. My ideal scenario is just to wake up dead some morning, or better yet, doze off while Jeopardy! is on and just not wake up. That way, the mortician could just pick me up, the auction house could just sell all my treasures and then...….who knows.
I do not look on death as a bad thing. Number one, it is inevitable and we are all going to do it sooner or later. So, rest assured that when that day comes there is going to be one happy woman here! Before you get excited thinking maybe I have a premonition, think again. No visions. No premonitions. Just the ramblings of an old woman who has been there, done that, and moved on.
Have a good day and remember,
When I think about this being the first day of the rest of my life, it seems a little daunting, but I am pretty sure I can handle it. All I can say is I had a bumper sticker once that summed it all up for me. It said "If I had known I was going to live this long, I would have taken better care of myself." When I was a teenager, I knew I would not live to see 30. When 30 rolled around and I had 5 kids I was pretty sure 40 was my limit. 40 came and I fell in love and decided I would probably live forever. Now that I am beginning to fossilize, I am wondering if age is not just a number? I have lost a lot of friends and most of my close family. I am sure there are no uncles or aunts left out there. The most I could hope for would be a cousin, but I am thinking that is a futile thought. I have lived in Colorado over half of my life and lost touch of what ever family I had back there. Do not think I am complaining, because I am not. I never kept track of them, and by the same token, they never kept track of me. So there you go!
Now, to the rest of my life. Many of my friends want to know what I am going to do. So, let me just weigh out my options. My 2400 square foot house on one acre of land is pretty much free and clear. If I sell it, I have to move. Now where would I move, you ask. Since I have spent over half my life in Pueblo, Colorado, leaving does not make much sense. Living in this big house all alone does not make sense either. I have a cat and 8 geese. The geese have never lived any where except here, so if I sold the house, the geese would have to stay with the property. Icarus could move with me, but she has never been a litter box user, preferring rather to use the doggie door and go outside. If I moved into town she would no doubt be ran over the first time the door was opened.
Or, I could get a room mate. Now, I am sorry, but I can not think of a single soul in my repertoire of friends that I would want to live with and share space with. I do not want to live with a female who would hog the bathroom and leave things laying here and there. She would no doubt want to be friends and share secrets, but I am not a secret sharing person. I thought about maybe a little gay guy, but what if he wanted to throw a party? I do not want parties and loud music. I think I am best if I just live alone. My ideal scenario is just to wake up dead some morning, or better yet, doze off while Jeopardy! is on and just not wake up. That way, the mortician could just pick me up, the auction house could just sell all my treasures and then...….who knows.
I do not look on death as a bad thing. Number one, it is inevitable and we are all going to do it sooner or later. So, rest assured that when that day comes there is going to be one happy woman here! Before you get excited thinking maybe I have a premonition, think again. No visions. No premonitions. Just the ramblings of an old woman who has been there, done that, and moved on.
Have a good day and remember,
You can not sprinkle showers of happiness on other people without getting a few drops on yourself!
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