Friday, December 21, 2012
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Monday, December 10, 2012
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Yes, I'm on Facebook, but rarely post anything except comments or news links. Over the past few days, I've followed an acquaintance, or in Facebook parlance, a "friend," would was married a couple of months and now is no longer so.
Now, imagine this: This fellow is a reporter and he is now "pouring his heart out" on a public venue about how he feels: "I really miss my wife;" "I loved her so much;" "The sky is blue today," etc. Okay, fellow, that's how you feel, but don't you have any "real" friends with whom you can sit down and talk to privately? Or are you "trolling" for a following who will commiserated with you? Really, don't you know that this will be on the Internet forever and one day this over-romanticizing will come back and bite you in the butt, one way or another?
I've written about "My Drunk (ex-) Wife" quite a few times on this venue. However, it's not to evoke sympathy, but rather to discuss what it's like to live with a drunk and, perhaps, a chronology that will sometime soon serve as a basis for a book.
Apropos of that woman, I've not heard from her in a while which means simply that she has a boyfriend and some dollars in her pocket. I'm quite happy for her, but mostly for me as I don't hear from her.
That's it for now.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Monday, November 19, 2012
As most, if not all readers of this blog know, I rarely publish comments. I appreciate them, but it's my venue and it's not my intention to engage in colloquy or banter. That noted, I get several questions or comments via email weekly, some of which I answer, others, just a "Thank you" note.
That out of the way, I've received more than a dozen notes in the past week since my postings about the holidays, i.e. Thanksgiving, and dating sites. I thought it appropriate to address them en masse.
With regard to spending Thanksgiving alone, I'll be spending it with Rex, who enjoys turkey and it will be his 11th Thanksgiving. As you know, he's my Cocker Spaniel. Equally, I'll be speaking with my sisters, sons and grandkids. That I will be "alone" in my home is true, but in my mind, I will be so.
I can't be truly certain of anything. However, I am fairly certain that I'll enjoy cooking my traditional dinner and, of course, eating it. I'm good at that. Perhaps looking about my dining room table's empty chairs may give me pause, but maybe I need that pause.
Would I like to have a "significant" other with whom to spend these holidays? Sure. But that doesn't seem to be in the cards, considering my luck on dating sites. Maybe I'll feel a tad lonely, but I seem to be able to sublimate that feeling pretty well.
I do feel that way from time to time, as I live in a three bedroom apartment. Just so you know, all are used: One's my office, another my bedroom and the so-called "guest room," my studio (a bit of a luxury for a fledgling painter who can't draw a straight line and who's color mixing seems always to turn out to be shades of brown).
It gives me room to ramble about, so to speak. In honesty, it gives me room to be a bit lonely from time to time, not enough to be be of concern to me, but enough to let me consider the advantages of my situation. There are many, as you can imagine, and I tend to look on that side of the coin.
What interests me the most is that this is my life today. I've lived alone in the past, but always with the consideration that it would not be lasting. Now, that is a consideration.
Right now, it's not really what I want, yet it seems alright. I don't know how it will be tomorrow, or next year. But now, it's fine.
On the other hand, I wonder about those dating sites and if there's anyone out there with whom I think I could be compatible. I just don't know. What I do know, is that if I don't characterize myself with absolute candor, then I run the risk of using the bad judgment I have in the past.
That's it for now. I'm feeling pretty good, Rex is fine and I've got to do a little work in this otherwise slow week.