Friday. Another Friday and I’ve missed the deadline again. It’s Saturday and I’m going to write anyway and post it, just to keep the promise to myself that I will write regularly.
Yes, I do write regularly on my other blog (alzheimerswife) but it’s always on the same topic. I’ve created two additional blogs (this one and food dancer) so I can post other things like recipes, stories, everyday life, pets, whatever comes to mind.
Writing is my outlet, especially since I’ve retired and been home with my husband Bo. I’ve always loved to write so it’s a natural for me to do this, no matter whether anyone reads what I write or not.
Ready. Was I ready to retire? to have this quiet life? to stay home, not travel, not dance, not shop? Absolutely not. I have worked since I was 12 years old – babysitting, newspaper reporting, teaching, working for a stationery store where I had a major allergic reaction to the dust when we took inventory and I loved everything I did, no mater how good or bad. I even picked raspberries one summer. I’m just one of those people who needs a purpose, needs to be busy.
But I really wasn’t ready for my husband to have alzheimers. I had to take over the family finances, house maintenance, bills, medical decisions, legal decisions, pet care taking, car maintenance. I wasn’t ready for any of it. And I certainly wasn’t ready to face the future without my beloved Boris. I’m still not. I’ll never be ready.