Sitting on my love seat last night all comfy and cozy I had just settled in, with my tea next to me made just the way I like, it my favorite soft blanket, my faithful hound curled up in my lap, and my book when I realized that my glasses were across the room.
After trying all the silly incantations I could remember from the Harry Potter books (hey anything is worth a try when the dog is comfy) I realized that no one but me was going to get up and walk across the room and get those silly things. It was at that moment that I realized – wow I am alone! Now I know what you are thinking I have lived alone for many MANY years now and I would venture to say that 98% of the time I prefer it that way. I mean lets face it … I have to clean up after no one other than myself, I don’t have wrestle for the remote, I get to watch what I want to watch on the telly, it is quite when I want it to be, no one steals the covers at night when I am cold and seriously this list could go on and on and on… I used to joke with my friends that should I ever get married that I would probably have to live in a twin home—him on his side and me on mine! I like my space that much REALLY!
HOWEVER, there are those times when I realize that maybe my life choices aren’t all they are cracked up to be. That sometimes it would be nice to have someone there when you are presented with an award for your writing—to jump up and down with when you are published for the first time. Someone who will be there when you present your research and sit in the front row and smile because they know you are scared to death. Someone to bring you tea when you are sick or sit next to you when you have had a bad day and listen, or who will laugh with you when you do silly things. Yes sometimes I think that would be nice…then again maybe I just really wanted to not have to get up and get my glasses!
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