Monday mornings can be either wonderful or dreadful.
Take this morning, it was raining at 5 when I got out of bed to start my day.
I was fully rested and accustomed to rising at 5.
So no matter how tempting it was to lie in bed and listen to the rain, it was not going to happen. I was up.
It was dark outside.
I turned on soft jazz and lots of lights. I also lit some candles for some calming aromatherapy. No SAD for me!
Today was the beginning of a new week!
I felt like a schoolgirl anticipating the activities that will fill my days.
I read once that an effective antidote to grief and loneliness was to keep busy. Friends, acquaintances and even strangers advised me, “to get out there and live!” So I am!
The “improving my life” things.
•Tackling assignments for classes I am taking.
•Workouts at the gym. I go several days per week and really hit the cardio on non-weight days. I feel as though every visit, every crunch, every step on the treadmill adds to my overall health and insures my continuing independence.
The fun things.
•Wednesday, lunch with a new friend. We met on a plane returning from Denver to Portland.
• Wednesday evening, attend a P.E.O. meeting to work toward goals that benefit women everywhere.
•Thursday, a friend is taking me to lunch at the Oswego Lake Country Club.
•Later on Thursday, meeting a colleague at 3 for a business meeting and then dinner.
•Friday, finds me in N.E. Portland for a visit to my stylist Keith with shopping and lunch later.
The necessary things.
•Then, there are the chores: bill paying, correspondence, posting my expenses.
•Of course, Monday morning always signals the domestic duties. My darks are in the wash right now to be followed soon by lights and bed linens. Vacuuming and dusting of the entire house won’t take long and will freshen everything. Bathrooms are my Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday chore.
Just in: a dinner invitation! Meet them at 7—is that too late to drive downtown on a dark, rainy night? Is it better to hibernate at home? Hmn…
I do work full-time.
I am a widow. I am alone most of the time. My sons are grown. My house is small. My garden is smaller.
Many widows tell me that they are lonesome, lost or bored or maybe all three.
Thanks to my friends and my activities, my glass is usually half full.
Even when it isn’t, I pretend it is.
**Enjoy! Monday, Monday