I've been thinking, this is not the first time I've found myself sans-husband. It was back in the mid 70's and I learned how to do just about everything that I used to depend on others to do for me. I felt pretty self sufficient. When I faced a problem, I said to myself " Well, if a man could do it, how hard could it be?"
Pretty cocky, eh?
I changed tires, moved furniture, installed my shower head, got a divorce pro se, that is, without the help of a lawyer ( or the fees), drove long distances with a paper map, and did lots of stupid things too, but managed to stay out of serious trouble.
The energy I had in those days was amazing. I would work all day wrapping meat in the freezing cold butcher shop section of a big grocery chain, eating nothing but free cookies from the open packages some customer opened 'by accident' and drinking the free coffee that the store provided. Then I'd go home, take a short nap, and get dressed to go out scouting men and seeking entertainment. Use your imagination, it was the disco era.
I weighed nothing and could go braless without attracting much attention. Those were the days.
What's the difference between that Melody and me now?
50 years.
I think I can do all the things I used to do, but my feet, back, knees, and shoulder beg to differ.
Pooh.
Now I enthusiastically accept help and gladly pay for the chance to hand over the work to someone else.
I have a realtor, plumber, remodeler and landscape guy on speed dial. or would have if I could figure out how to work speed dial. Nevermind.
That nap before dancing is a nap right through my favorite tv show.
Changing a tire? You mean the one around my middle?
And going braless is an assault against common decency. 'Course I still may do it, but only if I am going to Walmart, wbere that is the dress code.
I must say, the cookie eating habit never left me, and I know more about meat than I am willing to invest my money in. Dinner for me now is lunch around 11am. I am thrilled to be eating the things only I like to eat. Girly food.
And as for men. I am so over it. Thank heaven hormones have left the building.
*For old times sake I am including a musical interlude.
