“Not in Assisted Living (Yet): Dispatches from the Edge of Independence!

Welcome to my World---Woman, widow, senior citizen seeking to live out my days with a sense of whimsy as I search for inner peace and friendships. Jeez, that sounds like a profile on a dating app and I have zero interest in them, having lost my soul mate of 42 years. Life was good until it wasn't when my husband had a massive stroke and I spent the next 12 1/2 years as his caregiver. This blog has documented the pain and heartache of loss, my dark humor, my sweetest memories and, yes, even my pity parties and finally, moving past it all. And now I’m ready for a new start, in a new location---a continuum care campus in West Michigan, U.S.A. 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. Stick around, read a while. I'm sure we'll have things in common. Your comments are welcome and encouraged. Jean
Showing posts with label the Bachelorette. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the Bachelorette. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 29, 2019

From Memorial Day to the Bachelorette Season 15


A few years ago I wrote a Memorial Day post and in it I said, “From personal experience I know that raw grief dissipates over time, but a tiny piece of my heart also goes back to grief from time to time in the form of wistfulness for what might have been.” I’ve been feeling a lot of wistfulness the past few months and I can’t decide if t comes from watching too many Hallmark Movies or if I’m watching them because I’m wistful. I miss love! I miss eye contact and hugs and the kind of conversations that happen without words because you’ve known the other person so long you can read each other like books. Your gestures, your body language, and the way your eyes turn different colors when you are happy or mad or sad. You can’t fool someone who has known and loved you for years. Sure, Hallmark Movies are formula driven but one could argue that actually falling in love and maintaining that love for years, is formula driven, too.

Speaking of formula TV, let’s talk about the new season 15 of the Bachelorette with Hannah, the former Miss Alabama. She started out with 30 guys to pick from and on the second show she had them in speedos walking a pageant runway. Do women these days really pick out their life partners by the size of their packages? In her case, it might be true. She sure has been doing a shocking amount of the full-body making out for so early in the show. I have a love/hate relationship with the Bachelorette and Bachelor franchises. They and American Idol are the only reality TV shows I watch and every year I say I’m not getting caught up in the “B” shows. But half the time, I still do. Maybe I'm pretending I get to pick from the 30 guys and, trust me, this season I wouldn’t have ANY trouble knocking 8-10 out of the running because of their “careers.” What is a ‘car bid spotter’ for example or a ‘roller boy’? The ‘pro-surfer’ plus the unemployed guys would be out the door by the second rose ceremony as well as the guy who just professed that he’s "already falling in love" with Hannah and “you can trust me.” 

If I was to wake up tomorrow young and beautiful like Hannah and was in her place, I’d make quick work of that show. It would have ended already because I’d pick 28 year old Tyler G., a psychology graduate student working towards getting his PhD in psychology to become a clinical psychologist. He has a side business in Dream Therapy Analysis and you know how much I like my dreams. All these guys have profiles on the Network’s fan page and his reads: “Tyler G. is a very laid-back guy with a go-with-the-flow kind of attitude. He avoids clubs at all costs and would much rather spend time reading, going to Soul Cycle or relaxing on his boat. Tyler considers himself a modern romantic and is looking for his equal match, who he says is a confident girl that isn't afraid to lay it all out on the table and is one that can make him laugh.”

But Hannah eliminated him this week, on the third show, because behind the scenes he was accused on a message board by a high school girlfriend of being "extremely misogynist" which just goes to show I make bad decisions based on first impressions and/or in this age of social media teenagers can never outgrow their past miss-behaviors. Hannah, however, kept the psycho-stalker last night when she threw Tyler to the curb. Go figure. There’s always a psycho-stalker type on these shows. A woman or man who cuts into other people’s time and who stirs up trouble because psycho-stalker can’t play fair in the sandbox. Am I invested in this waste-of-time show or what? And it's only week three!

I would argue that show (and Hallmark Movies) are not really a waste of my time. It’s a mindless diversion from watching too many political shows. It’s an opportunity once a week to throw popcorn at the TV screen (which the dog cleans up) and to remember what it was like on the dating scene before I met my husband. Not that the show is anything like clubbing was back in the ‘60s but reading the body language of these guys and trying to figure out if they are handing Hannah a line or if the producers are manipulating everything, or not, keeps me watching. She graduated magna cum laude with a degree in communications, she’s not stupid but Hannah sure seems too shallow at times. Her platform for her year as Miss Alabama was to “advocate for those suffering from depression and anxiety, something she battled with during her teenage years.” I once dated three guys at the same time and that filled me with anxiety and she’s trying to ‘date 30 guys at once? Nothing like jumping feet first into an active volcano.

Back to Memorial Day. It snuck up on me. The weather has been too cold to think about the beginning of summer which this holiday weekend usually signals. Or maybe that’s just an excuse for wanting to avoid going to the cemetery. I was there a month or two ago and it needs work, sod was taking over the stone. But I wasn’t exaggerating about feeling a lot of wistfulness and I’m not sure I want to pair that wistfulness with spending time digging up sod around Don’s grave marker. I’ll go but I want to do it on a nice, warm sunny day and if that warm day doesn’t come until July? I’ll probably not be able to find the darn stone! ©

Friday, August 1, 2014

Senior Friendly Condos and The Bachelorette



 
I apologize in advance to anyone who is a fan of The Bachelorette “reality” TV series for what I am about to write. This week I watched the two hour finale in my effort to break away from dawn-to-bedtime news coverage. Really, people, why is this program so popular? I don’t get it. If you’ve never seen the show, it started the season with one bachelorette and a group of 25 guys all vying to stay in the game and win the girl, Andi, who came with a wedding package worth mega bucks. Each week Andi eliminated guys who didn’t suit her fancy as a potential husband. By the finale she was down to two guys (Josh and Nick) who she brought home to mom and dad so the guys could get permission from the dad to ask for the bachelorette’s hand in marriage. Then Andi went on one last, spectacular date with each guy to help her decide. She ended up sleeping with Nick but gave the final rose of acceptance to Josh. Queue the violins, he got down on one knee and the rest is Nielsen’s rating history.

But that was not the end of the melodrama. Nick, was heartbroken not to be The One and wanted to know why she slept with him on that last date if she wasn’t in love with him. Ya, why? People on Fox News are calling her a slut and Twitter is calling him out for kissing and telling. Me? I just want to know how anyone can think it’s possible to pick a life partner on a “reality” TV show. I have a couple of in-laws who love this show. They are nice, normal people which baffles me all the more regarding the appeal of fake falling in love in front of a TV camera while pawning it---their love---off as the real deal. I hear tell at least one of the coupes who found love this way in past seasons are still together so maybe my cynicism is misplaced?

Changing topics: I was at the senior hall three times this week and after one of the events a woman I know causally asked me if I’d like to follow her home to see her new condo. Since spring I’ve been keeping up with its building progress each time I’d see her so I was happy about the invitation. She was widowed a year before me and, like me, she had been a long-time caregiver to her husband. Her son, when he first saw the condo said, “Mom, I thought you were downsizing!” and to that she told him it was the yard she wanted to downsize. It had become the symbol of her caregiver life. Every square inch had been turned into a flower garden---beautiful beyond belief! She showed me photos of it. Working out there had been her place of solace, near-by yet a place where she could get away from her needy husband. Now that he was gone, her love for her garden disappeared. The new condo was quality built and her choices of colors, fixtures, flooring, etc. were modern and magazine perfect. I would have hate living there---too big and beige for my tastes and I dislike walking in a front door and being in a kitchen, it's not my favorite room in a house----but I am happy for her. Her old house, she said, was weighing her down and she positively glowed showing me the condo and her treasures in it.

I think about getting a condo from time to time and I have even looked at several since Don died. But if I’m going to move, I need to gain something like a condo community that has a pool and/or a social life for seniors like fellow blogger, The Awkward Widow, writes about and it must be a universal design (meaning wheelchair accessible). My friend whose condo I just toured is 10 years old than me and the minute she needs a walker she’ll be in trouble. She won’t be able to get inside without going up steps and the garage isn’t big enough or configured right to add a ramp and still have room for a car. The front door has a ramp---if you want to call it that---but it’s not regulation ADA specs and, trust me, no wheelchair will be able to get up it without tipping over. After spending 12 years pushing a wheelchair around, I could tell you horror stories about trying to get into buildings and houses without the proper sidewalk or ramp incline and/or 36 inch door frames. (ADA recommends a 3:12 slope which translates to needing one foot of ramp for every 3″ of vertical rise to get the proper incline. My friends "ramp" was easily a 9:12. And it will be a sheet of ice all winter long.) I guess I know too much about building universal design and it baffles me as much as the popularity of The Bachelorette why people over 50 don’t build houses or condos where they can age in place. I need to get off that soap box because this is a topic I’m passionate about and I could go on and on until the cows come home. Breathe, Jean breathe!

An impromptu trip to a farmers and craft market I usually don’t go to took up another afternoon this week. A Red Hat sister of mine sells jewelry at this one and I knew her best friend’s funeral was this week. She invited me to sit awhile, so I grabbed a hot dog and we chatted in between shoppers. It reminded of the days when Don and I were vendors at gas and oil memorabilia collector conventions and swap meets. I felt at  home and I was glad I went out of my way to touch bases with her. She’s one of my favorite Red Hatters and losing a life-long best friend can be as hard as losing a spouse.  Some here in widowhood land would debate that but that my story for the moment and I’m sticking to it. ©