I have a whole new appreciation for people that live alone. If you live alone by choice and you’re happy, then I’m happy for you. However, if you live alone and it’s not your choice, I feel ya!
Last week my wife, daughter and some dear friends (female), went off to Virginia Beach for a week with my daughter and daughter-in-law who live there. A girls trip. At first I thought, “Hey no big deal! I’ve got my dogs, my writing, some books, movies and a few day-baseball games (I love day baseball), I’ll be fine.
This house gets quiet!
Yes my youngest son Matt still lives here but he does his own thing with work and friends and recording his music. I saw him a few times but that was either when he was coming or going.
Yeah so it was me and the dogs for a week and no matter how much Oscar tries to convince you otherwise on Wednesday, he’s not much for conversation. I certainly appreciate the help my wife gives with these guys because between mealtime, medicine time and having to go outside a bajillon times a day they keep you busy. Oh and scooping the yard? Are you sure only two dogs produce all of that?
Friday night brought that wonderful sound of the dog throwing up. I was watching a movie when I heard it coming from the other room. I don’t get up too fast anymore but I think I did Friday. I read a post once that said they should use the sound of a dog throwing up as an alarm clock because nothing gets you out of bed faster. There used to be that luxury, “Honey! I think the dog’s sick! Ya wanna check?” Nope. Friday it was me and only me.
My wife and I like to watch the news every night and it’s not unusual for us to see a story and then one of us hits “pause” on the remote to discuss what we just saw. I tried but neither one of the dogs seems to care about the Mueller Report. And Stanley Cup fever? Just me. Just me.
I had a few interviews planned for my “Classroom Chronicle” show this week and while I was on my way to Bishop Stang the other day I realized that I hadn’t really said two words all day. We’ll, maybe three when I ask a dog, “Gotta go out?” I started doing some vocal exercises in the car before I met my guest. Everything worked out just fine and I couldn’t wait to get home to tell the dogs about it.
Cooking for one was interesting. I could cook a meal on Monday and still have leftovers for Tuesday, Wednesday and lunch on Thursday. No wonder I didn’t need much at the grocery store.
When I was on the radio people used to say they liked to turn on the show because there would be a voice in the house and I never really understood that until now. I guess nowadays we can have a discussion with “Alexa” but I don’t have one of those. Plus, I think the government is using that to record everything we say in the privacy of our home. If I had one they’d have some interesting discussions between me and Oscar. And Baxter? He swears like a sailor. Kidding. I’m kidding. It’s my son, Doug, who can swear like a sailor, but then he IS a sailor.
(Sidenote: It’s funny when I’m down in Virginia Beach with Doug and his buddies. They’ll be talking about something on the ship and an F-bomb just flies out and they catch themselves, look at me and say, “Sorry sir!” I’m usually laughing when I say, “No problems!” )
So the Girls Trip ended yesterday. They’re all back and I will say I’m glad to have my wife back. Someone to talk to, cook for and discuss the issues with.
Oh, and “Honey! Can you let the dog out? And look out, he might be sick. Can ya get that?”
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