Welcome to the Misadventures of Widowhood blog!

In January of 2012 my soul mate of 42 years passed away after nearly 12 years of living with severe disabilities due to a stroke. I survived the first year after Don’s death doing what most widows do---trying to make sense of my world turned upside down. The pain and heartache of loss, my dark humor, my sweetest memories and, yes, even my pity parties are well documented in this blog.

Now that I’m a "seasoned widow" the focus of my writing has changed. I’m still a widow looking through that lens but I’m also a woman searching for contentment, friends and a voice in my restless world. Some people say I have a quirky sense of humor that shows up from time to time in this blog. Others say I make some keen observations about life and growing older. I say I just write about whatever passes through my days---the good, bad and the double-ass ugly. Comments welcome and encouraged. Let's get a dialogue going! Jean

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Rolling Along


At the beginning of the week, the dog and I spent a day at my niece’s cottage. I hadn’t even been there five minutes when the Levi spotting the resident cat and took off chasing her down the basement stairs. My niece keeps the cat’s water and food dish at the top of the steps and as the cat scurried past them she sent the food dish flying in the air. Levi followed suit and sent the water dish flying down to the basement. After I got the broken china, water and Frisky kibble cleaned up, I no more than sat down on the screened-in porch when a black lab three times Levi’s size came up to the screen to welcome Levi to the neighborhood. Levi pitched a holy fit and. I bet it will be a long time before he gets invited back. Too bad. He’d never seen a lake before---or a cat up close and personal---but he took to dock walking like an old pro and would have gone swimming with a little encouragement. All and all he had a great time and so did I.

In the middle of the week I went to the dermatologist to get a five year mole patrol check-up. I’ve already had one cancerous growth removed so when I got the letter suggesting a full body check, I said to myself, what the heck, why not. But later when I visualized stripping naked in their exam room I decided I was going to resist taking off my underwear unless the doctor was willing to strip, too. The last time I was there (for chronic hives) my goose bumps got goose bumps in their meat-locker-cold room. Maybe if the doctor had to sit naked in that exam room they’d turn down the air conditioner. I was actually disappointed when his nurse told me I could keep my underpants on because I was ready to fight and she didn’t even give me a chance to put up my dukes. Boohoo!  The doctor could have played connect-the-dot with on the moles on my back but he says they’re all benign. No biopsies for me.

At the end of the week, I took a ride out in the country to another lake, this time to a cottage that my husband’s nieces rent each summer to have family reunions. They are all such good cooks that I gain five pounds just thinking about being exposed to their culinary achievements. But my reputation for bringing weird stuff is one I’ve never lived down. After the first few years of being part of the family they started assigning me things I could literally pick up at a Stop-and-Go Store. My theory, back then, was that large family get-togethers were the perfect time to experiment. If a dish failed, it was no big deal because there were tons of other dishes and no one would notice. But they did notice and it was three strikes and you’re out of the kitchen for Jean. So here’s a tip to anyone who wants to earn a place on the bring-easy-stuff-list, just cook up a batch of something pink that shouldn’t be. You’ll have to take some kidding and a few pats on the head with their, “that’s okay dears” but the following year you’ll be bringing chips. In my defense, what young person just learning to cook would know that potatoes and beets breed in the darkness of the refrigerator and everything turns pink. Oops.

Even though I had a few interesting things to do this past week time seemed to drag its butt like a dog curing an itch across the carpet. Woo is me. The fourth of July caused me to lose the rhythm of my upward projection in the class of Widowhood 201. But I was comforted by the fact that other widows blogged about the same, being-at-loose-ends feelings that came with the long weekend. The past is past and next week I have two gorgeous, hunky tree climbers coming to remove one giant dead pine and two chock cherry trees that have split their crotches and are in danger of invading my house some dark, stormy night. Everyone tells me these guys are like monkeys in the trees as they cut tree sections and use pulleys to drop the sections to the ground. I hope it’s hot so they won’t be wearing shirts. If you’re in the neighborhood, stop by. I’ve stocked up on pop and I’m thinking of video taping another Coke commercial. Hot guys and women watching them from the window---it might have been done before but not here on Widowhood Lane. ©

6 comments:

  1. I had a tree taken down last year--all I can say is "Yum!" They did look like monkeys--way up high, and they had their shirts off. Also had a new roof put on, by a different crew, but also shirtless. You have to plan these chores in July when it is hot, to get the best results! An enjoyable watching until you realize you are old enough to be their grandma and then you feel a bit creepy!

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  2. LOL. Judy, did you have to spoil my fun by introducing reality into the tree cutting equation?

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  3. Was it pink potato salad? Sounds yummy, actually. :-) -Jean

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  4. Yes. It tasted good but first impressions count and few people would try it. LOL

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  5. A timely warning. My body check is tomorrow. Too bad its not with one of those shirtless tree climbers.

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  6. Gowiththeflo... You made me laugh out loud at the tree climbers doing a full body mole check. I just hope my imagination isn't working over time while they're here and I think about that image you planted in my head.

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