Just click along to another blog if you don’t want to hear a
bored widow wailing about stupid things that she has no right to be wailing about in
the first place. That’s what happened when
I hadn’t talked to another human in several days and it didn’t have to be that
way. I have both a landline and a cell phone that I could have used to chat
with someone plus a car in the garage that could have taken me to some people
populated place when I got tired of being alone with no one but the TV to get fat,
sassy and nasty with. Not that I’m ever nasty with people but I’ve been known
to use a few nasty words when I talk back to the TV news pundits.
Since I got my new landline phone with the ‘block caller’
button I don’t get nearly as many junk calls as I used to get every night between five
and seven. I did get one yesterday from a guy who wanted to warn me that my
computer was being taken over by hackers. He said he was from Microsoft and was
calling to help me fix the breach. I took great delight in saying, “Oh, no, that’s
terrible! Please tell me what to do!” and then I pressed the ‘block caller’
button to disconnect the jerk. It’s hard to believe that people still fall for that
scam, but apparently enough people do so they keep trying to find those suckers
in the haystack.
Monday I got up at the crack of dawn if dawn came at 7:30. I
hate getting up with an alarm clock but I had places to go and fun to have with
my posse of Gathering Girls. The seven of us had plans to meet for an early
lunch at a popular bar slash restaurant. They have a lunch menu that offers ten
things for $5.50 each. Such a deal. The acoustics in the place were so bad I
hope never to cross over their threshold again. But I would have loved the
place if I was young and slightly buzzed at happy hour. The
place was noisy and filled to the rafters with grey-haired old women and a few working class guys who had me thinking about the Village People singing Y.M.C.A. "Young man, there's no need to feel down. I said young man..." At one point we Gathering Girls were attempting to
discuss a thrift store that unbeknownst to me is named ‘Y.E.S.S.’ and it was like
the old Abbott and Costello baseball nicknames’ skit, “Who’s on first.” “No, Y.E.S.S.
is closed today.” “Which is it…yes, or no?” “Africa’s Child is open, Y.E.S.S.
is closed.” I was confused until I actually saw the thrift store sign a half
hour later.
At the first of several thrift stores we went to after
lunch, three of us put our purses in one shopping cart and it was like keeping
track of the president’s nuclear codes football. “You’re in charge of the cart
now.” “I’m taking charge of the cart.” “Where’s the cart?” “I thought you had
the cart.” “I thought you did!” You can’t be too careful wandering
around a place where a hundred dollar bill could probably buy out the entire
glassware and china departments. Slight exaggeration. It might take closer to ninety dollars.
After leaving the last thrift store three of us stopped at
the Guy Land Cafeteria for dessert and we laughed so hard two of us were ready
to burst and the third Gathering Girl wasn’t far behind. It all started when lady number three shared that she goes to Bible Study every week because, she said, “I like the stories.” Then she leaned as if to share a succulent secret in a voice barely above a whisper, “Sometimes I have doubts. Do you
believe in the Immaculate Conception? I mean I’m just not sure… We’re supposed
to believe everything in the Bible is true.” I leaned in and replied, “I don’t
care if it's in the Bible it takes a man to make a baby!” Then I babbled on, as the other two laughed,
about how back then they didn’t understand how a lot of natural things work, "why
the sun comes up every day, how babies are made," etc. Lady number two chimed in, “We
think we know the sun will come up every day but we really don’t know that for
sure” which led to a remark about Trump blowing up the world. Yadda,
Yadda and a lot of laughter later we noticed the man in the next booth had slid over in his seat so
he could eavesdrop better. He probably wanted to point out that today a virgin could---with
the help of modern science or a turkey baster---have a baby without having sex. It was one
of the funniest, gut-splitting and most fun conversations I’ve had in a long
time and I wish I could have recorded it to savor later.
Unbelievable, isn’t it, after me trying so hard for so long
to find friends after my husband died, that I finally have some. Making new
friends is not easy at any age but in widowhood it’s probably the hardest, and
maybe that’s because so many of us have lost our best and longest standing friendships when our spouses died---that one person we could truly be our unguarded selves
around. At least that’s my Truth to take or reject. ©
