I don’t know of anyone who enjoys living alone. In most cases this is circumstantial. Usually this situation is an end result of bad luck relationship wise. Or someone choses to live this way because they don’t foresee being in a long-term relationship.

I learned early on that I don’t do well living alone. I am too introspective. I get a thought and I hang onto it the way a pitbull hangs on to its adversary. And I refuse to let go. I also get frustrated in having more than the usual amount of things to do in the absence of my mate. I am a two, not a one horse hitch kind of gal.

Last night was pretty damn awful. The wind was howling and the house was shaking, and it was very, very cold, even with my hanging out by the woodstove.

I figured that I could get warm by taking a shower but no, this was not to be – I couldn’t get the generator to fire up the hot water heater. So I crawled into bed with Ryder who was buried in our white comforter. I have two objects that I’m the most fond of – one is my silver cup. And the other is the comforter. Nothing makes me happier than to swaddle myself in it on a cold winter evening – and there have been plenty of cold evenings this winter.

I didn’t sleep well. I got warm and didn’t want to get up. In fact, I put it off for a bit. I had decided that because of the wind (again relentless), that I would stay at home. Heck, the house was shaking and the trees were swaying back and forth. Also, I thought I should rest up because I have yet another cold.

I did get up and got on with my day. And as the weathermen (it doesn’t take a weatherman to know which way the wind’s blowing) promised, the wind let up some mid-morning. I parked my car in the lot rather then at the side of the building, which is a wind tunnel.

I watch the flag located at nearby Palmer City Hall – if its flapping in the breeze, well then, this means that the wind is blowing. It did not cease to blow; it just let up some.

I didn’t do much today – I did go to the chamber pot luncheon, and I shmoozed shamelessly. I am now of the mind that if you are fortunate, as I am, to live a long time, well then, you see many differing sides of yourself.

When I returned to the hotel I talked to volunteers who braved the wind in order to clean books. Pete did pick up books on his way to teach his afternoon classes and dropped them off at the hotel before coming home.

I had an idea this evening – perhaps we can have an art gallery showing, of Cathy, our artist in residence’s, work in the lobby of the historic Eagle Hotel.

Hmm. I live in the land where the wind don’t blow so strange.

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