1) Lose 599 pounds. Well, maybe that’s a tad ambitious so
I’ll settle for losing the six pounds I gained since I saw my doctor last
spring. My appointment with him is the day before the Big Reunion and he won’t
be happy about my weight gain. I could tell him it’s a common widowhood
by-product but he’s immune to my excuses.
2) Redecorate the entire house. It hasn’t been redone since
we moved in eleven years ago and it looks like a decorator with a multiple personality disorder did the job. Maybe a redo is little ambitious, too, so I’ll
settle on deep cleaning the guest room. It’s only been used two times since we
built the house…unless you count the collection of spaghetti poodles living in
there. I might have to make a cover for their ‘glass cage’ so their 75 pair of laughing
eyes don’t spook my friend and keep her up at night.
4) Get a face lift, a stomach tuck, and the gray hair
vanished from my head so my friend might be able to recognize me when I pick
her up at the airport. Oh, heck, that’s not going to happen either so I’ll have
to come up with something straight out of the movies like wearing a red
carnation.
5) Teach the dog not to greet newcomers by jumping on them when
they enter the house. Darn it, if you knew Levi you’d say it would easier just
to teach my friend about pulling her knee up slightly to deflect doggie jumps.
She’s not a dog person so spending time with Levi will be a new experience for
her. And it seems only fair that she should have something to be apprehensive
about since I have the whole cooking thing to worry about.
I could go on writing about my To-Do List but you get the
idea. I’m an obsessed planner---some might say ‘obsessed worry-wart.’ One thing
I’m not worried about, though, and that's the fact that the Big Reunion in
October. is a wonderful distraction. Recently widowed women tend to fall into a
trap of thinking we’ll never have anything to look forward to ever again. But
I’m starting to realize that transitioning out of the lives we must leave behind
due to the death of our husbands is only half the equation. We must also make concrete
plans for happier times in the future. ©
Agreed.
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