When I was single, people always asked me if I was lonely. I lived alone with my dog and two cats but was never lonely because I always had good friends around.
Tonight there’s the city in my windows, the occasional hum of traffic and the A/C, my husband’s snoring and dog too – she’s taken over my side of the bed. We call her The Usurper.
I’m at the command post ready to move out in the morning and enjoying solitude. It’s that state of mind married people can get if they’re up in the middle of the night, alone, writing.
Solitude isn’t lonely. It’s not really alone. I know my loved ones are next door sleeping and are here for me as I’m here for them. OK, Zoe’s never here for me, I’m here for her. Got me on that one.
We’ve had a stressful few weeks and I haven’t spent this much day-to-day time with Jim for five years. First it was tough then when things did get tough we banded together and it’s us against the world. Still, I’d like him to go back to normal life and work as we’ll both be happier.
We don’t know what part of the country we’ll end up in but I’ll try to keep up the blog for you, with potential interruptions, wherever we go.
So with husband around 24/7 solitude is forgiving, calm, re-energizing. We’re off to the farm tomorrow and working with his Dad will help Jim focus and calm down. He needs his solitude, too.
His folks are getting goats on Monday so we’ll see how Zoe does with them. Let’s hope goat’s not on the menu Monday evening! Enjoy the weekend, Dee
Cooking with Dee 