Fending for Myself
At first, I was daunted at the thought of living on my own. For the previous sixty years of my life I had no need of the rocket science necessary to operate a washing machine, nor the skilful dexterity necessary to neatly fold a fitted bed sheet. When it came to it, I was relieved to find that what I required of myself wasn’t nearly as challenging as I had feared.The trick is to not be a perfectionist. I learnt that lesson early on and have stuck to the principle rigorously. Another thing I’ve realised is that lots of chores I always assumed to be essential aren’t always even necessary, and can be dispensed with completely. Ironing is one such mystic art that I do not concern myself with; I find that wrinkled clothes not only match my complexion, they also suit my personality.
Regular cleaning is another concept I have debunked. Working out the frequency at which it should be performed confused me to begin with, but I have refined a strategy whereby I can tell when it needs doing by the prominence of the patterns my daily activities have left in the dust on my furniture. My rule is to do something about it within one month of it starting to bother me. My wall calendar enables me to keep track of how long I have exceeded my deadline by.
Cooking seems to be my biggest problem area. Co-ordinating varying cooking times so that everything crosses the finishing line simultaneously can only be coped with when the variants are no more than two in number. Having no one else here to vent my temper on means I need to avoid losing it, so I try to keep things as simple as possible. This makes maintaining an interesting diet difficult, but thanks to patient advice from a much appreciated source, I feel I am making steady progress. Seldom in my life have I felt more proud than when I achieved my first edible risotto.
All in all I don’t think I’m doing too badly. My daughter was amazed; she expected me to be living in squalor and popping out to McDonald’s every night. I think she’s impressed.
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I eat out.
Harbaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal
Eating out is expensive, and Harbal is too mean with his money.
Realizing we can fly solo is very gratifying though in all our duties. I do miss having someone around that is tall enough to reach the top shelf for me but a step ladder works.
Although I'm not really as bad as I make out. I do do it. But if it were a sunny day and I had the choice of dusting or go out in the garden, let's just say the dusting would wait.
Glad you adjusted to being alone.
my friend.
I enjoy living alone but would also love having someone special around. I like my own space, I cook whenever/whatever I want, I do things my way but if I'm with someone special, I don't mind adjusting. I don't mind sharing my space with someone special but won't share it with friends or other people...
Being alone all the time is not good, we need company from time to time. I work hard and long hours, mostly at night so if I have to share my life with someone he better be able to put up with my work Best to just share my life with him whenever I can. Last time I did it, I brought my computer with me, it didn't make him happy. At this point of my life, my work comes first but I'm willing to meet halfway
Therefore, we have to concentrate on the fridge.
Nah, you know I thought it was brilliant
Sorry for your loss
Perhaps a memorial blog would help the greaving process