(May 12, 2008)

And you all thought I was a prim and proper old church lady in her sixties, did you? I was just thinking tonight about how I probably wouldn’t at all fit the image you might have of me.

My son has the car for a couple of weeks and I’m driving our silver pickup truck. Just learned to drive it. Sitting high and driving that powerful (more powerful than the car) machine makes me feel pretty tough. I’m a truckin’ old woman, I am. Actually, that’s all wrong. I’m NOT old at all. I actually feel around forty, even if I was born in 1946.

And here I am, drinking a beer from my husband’s huge glass mug. Have come to like a beer now and then. It quenches my thirst and feeds the hunger at the same time.

My husband has gone off on a trip to Greece and I’m free to do what I wish. No cooking if I don’t feel like it. This is a holiday. Amazing how much more free time you have when there’s no one around to distract you!

Actually, though, this afternoon I started feeling somewhat lonely. Felt like talking to someone – because I like to talk a lot. My poor friends know all about that. I call two of them almost daily and email them and others almost non-stop. Thing is, my memory is poor, and what if I were to forget to tell them something? So I email as soon as a thought comes to me that I want to share. My poor pastor is one of the recipients. Guess I should feel guilty, and I do sometimes. But most of the time now I feel that they know me well enough. They know I need to do these things. I have a lot of thoughts that have to go somewhere.

While my husband is gone I’m planning to contact old friends that I haven’t talked to for a long time. This is a good opportunity and I will feel less lonely.

Another thing I battled with this afternoon was that I felt restless, longing for interesting things to happen. I don’t like to get bored and if nothing interesting is happening in my life, I make it happen. I’m a firm believer that it’s within our power to make our lives as interesting as we want them to be. Just takes some imagination, motivation, and courage.

Trouble is, there are a lot of boring things in this house that need to get done, like cleaning up mountains of clutter. And that’s another thing I was planning to do while my husband is gone…if I can make myself. But now – one hour before bedtime – I will settle down with my beer and read a good book.

Thanks for listening to my jabber. I had to talk to somebody.