For Widows Only - A Day In The Life Of A Widow - What It's Like When You Got Important Things To Do

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These days is Saturday. It's five:00 p.m. I have no idea exactly where my day went. Appears like I just got out of bed ten minutes ago, and instead of shuffling to the driveway in my fluffy white slippers and bathrobe, to fetch the day-to-day paper, brew a pot of coffee, and sit, I did Issues, rather.

Things. You know, The Hip Itty Nitty Wonderful Stuff that should get completed prior to you get to sit and read, sit and sip black coffee, sit and sort, sit and write!

These are the Points this widow did at this time:

I folded laundry -- 4 bath towels, four hand towels, four face cloths. If there is a bennie to becoming a widow and living by myself, folding laundry for 1 individual scores big.

I ironed. I figured it was time to give the table all my summer whites had been piled on top of a rest ahead of the legs caved in. I would like to wear my 6 pairs of wrinkled white shorts, my 2 pairs of crumpled white slacks, my 14 white tank tops, and my 20 pairs of white tennis socks before Labor Day. What can I say? I'm a classic widow. Blame it on my mother. Sorry, Ma. And, that is an article for a further day.

I produced my bed. Given that when I don't, I hear voices. Yes, I hear dead folks. Usually, it is the voice of my mother reminding me to clean my room, make my bed. Like I mentioned, we'll save that for one more time.

I made a bank deposit. A person would believe I had a bazillion dollars the quantity of time it takes me to do that bank deposit factor. Likely the reason why it takes me so lengthy to get this chore out of the way is due to the fact I am terrible at math and the other possibility, I have no money to deposit. Generating a bank deposit demands the following: I ought to hunt down a deposit slip, a deposit envelope, the plastic card to make the deposit. Organization was my husband's strong suit, not mine. And I cannot blame that one on my mother, though I wish I could. Are we sensing a pattern here?

For this widow, locating a deposit slip, a deposit envelope, and the plastic card to make the deposit with is like hunting down Osama Bin Laden. 1 alot more Thing, prior to I forget. Why do they call it a drive-in window? The closer this widow gets to that drive-in window, the superior able she is to rip the side view mirror off her automobile. I call it the drive-get-out-of-car-walk-in-window, instead. And, ouch, it hurts when I bang my elbow into it.

I have far more Significant Points to do at this time. Extremely Mountain Piled Other Related Issues Already Not Tackled Points. But that is an article for another time. And you will have to wait. Because I have to ask my mother.

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