I’ve been shut in my house for 3 days now. No, someone didn’t come along and nail all the doors and windows shut. I mean, I can get outside, and did just that earlier today. No, I mean I’m sort of trapped here. It has snowed a lot in the hills, and that snow, though beautiful, has kept me from traveling forth from my lovely abode. Normally this wouldn’t be a bad thing, and honestly, it’s not really that bad now. But normally Karen would be here with me, so we’d be in it together. She’d be working, but here, and I’d be able to get some human contact, and maybe a sentence or two from someone else other than… well… me.
I’ve found that since I’m spending so much time alone, I end up doing odds and ends stuff I haven’t gotten to for awhile. Which, for me, means putting more music on the hard drive to transfer to the ipod. It’s a monotonous process, but again, as I think I stated in an earlier post, I get to find music I didn’t remember I had or that I didn’t know we had at all. As an example, I found some great John Lee Hooker today, something Karen brought into our relationship. I didn’t even know we had the cd, and it’s really great. So, though the process is monotonous, I’ve definitely got the music in me and have been tapping my foot the whole time.
Another thing I’m finding is that I haven’t lost old skills… I talk to myself a lot more. I’d forgotten that I used to do it, when I lived alone. Amazing how the little things come back to you. It is just like riding a bicycle…. I haven’t forgotten how to talk to myself… whew… I was worried. An old skill rediscovered!
I’m also stumbling on strange and new interesting things to watch on tv. Today I found a show, a sort of documentary, about dangerous jobs at sea. It covered fishermen in harsh waters, coast guard members who work the Columbia River bar area, and navy seals, among others. It was pretty fascinating. Day time television isn’t what it used to be, it’s better.
So I guess I’ve been stuck here, but not stuck. If that makes any kind of sense at all. I’m one of those people who know how to be alone. I can do it, and what’s more, I actually enjoy it. This experience might be taking that ability to the limit, but I know I still have it. Don’t get me wrong… I’d much rather be with Karen, but if I can’t be… I can handle this. It’s OK. Now I’d best get back to plugging in cds, find something interesting to watch on tv, and then talk to myself about what I’m watching…. I’m easily entertained.





















