November 10, 2012 by hookershorde
November 10th, 2012 – When Living Alone is Inconvenient
As a singleton, many luxuries are afforded to me.
I can leave the lamp next to my bed on late into the night while I read.
I control the clicker. I can watch Bill Maher, House Hunters, re-runs of Trading Spouses, Scandal, The Voice, Newsroom and True Blood whenever I want.
If I want to have peanut butter on crackers for dinner, I can. And, I can do it while standing up in my kitchen.
If I don’t fold the laundry when it comes out of the washing machine, no one minds.
At 2:30 pm on a Saturday, I can drink eggnog in one of the Waterford Crystal glasses William Devane gave me the year The AT &T Pebble Beach National Pro-Am was cancelled. That was 1996 for those who don’t remember.
My dogs can snore on the sofa.
BUT . . .
Every now and then I am reminded that living alone can be challenging, too.
On Thursday, I pulled up my big girl pantyhose, with the control top, and slipped into a sheik little gray dress I purchased a few years ago. At 6:30 am, I couldn’t reach to zip up my back. None of the dogs offered to help. After grunts, groans and worry about splitting a seam, I finally zipped myself into it.
Last Tuesday, while watching the election results, I swallowed my Sauvignon Blanc in a most unpleasant way. It went down the wrong pipe, tube or whatever. I wondered, if I choke to death on the sofa, when will someone find me?
All household chores are my responsibility. I take out the trash. I move the patio furniture to the garage. I make sure the snow blower has a cocktail of oil and gas mixed. I feed the dogs. I walk the dogs. I do the laundry. I load and empty the dishwasher.
I’m not sure which I prefer — living alone or with a partner. I’m not sure if the benefits of being zipped outweigh the luxuries.