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 ugly. Comments welcome and encouraged. Let's get a dialogue going! Jean

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Weekly Widowhood Report

It’s been a busy week here on Widowhood Lane. I’ve had appointments every single day and one of those appointments involved a day trip to the other side of the state. I’m not big on shopping but three of my niece-in-laws wanted to go to one of those huge factory outlet malls and they were kind enough to invite me along. I managed to find something I’d been lusting after for several years, but even if I hadn’t been introduced to the concept of power shopping the trip would have been worth it. We laughed all the way over and back.

Now that I'm old and single again I'm finding that you end up right back where you start out as a teenager. I’ve blogged before about the 'movie and lunch' club I joined at the senior hall. But with this month's outing it dawned on me that it was a lot like group dating. Anywhere from 15 to 30 people meet for lunch and a movie and the only difference between now and back when I was young is now we had emails flying back and forth ahead of time, trying to figure who can give so-and-so a ride because they can't drive.

I wish I had something wise, witty or wonderful to write about. I don’t. On the other hand, I don’t have anything demented, depressing or desperate to report either. Life in my post-Don era is going on, one step after another with fewer and fewer false starts in between the steps. And when I do have an occasional, wispy wish for the past I remind myself of this quote attributed to playwright Carolyn Myers: “Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, then it’s not the end.” ©

1 comment:

  1. I just read this post and had to smile at the last quote. Over the weekend, I and my mother-in-law and sister-in law while my husband and I were visiting in St. Louis went to see The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel with Judy Dench and Maggie Smith and other wonderful British actors. The "owner" of the hotel frequently says "All will be alright in the end, and if it isn't alright, it's not the end." I find that quite consoling.

    See the movie.