Today I went to the post office to send off multiple copies of the book that I wrote about my husband’s sudden death, our love story, and my life in the aftermath. Then I went to the YMCA and took another pool / water aerobics class, followed by physical therapy for my neck and shoulders because I developed arthritis and bone spurs in my neck due to all the writing I have been doing when I was finishing writing said above mentioned book.
After that, I went to the Realty office for my part-time job, helping out a local realtor with his Social Media pages and his online presence. I came home to my place of living – my parent’s basement , and made dinner for me and my mom. Then I started packing up some stuff for my trip tomorrow. Where am I going, you didn’t ask? Well, let me tell you. Me, 6 other widow friends, a therapy dog, and a goat, are all going on a mini-vacation to Maine. Yeah, you read that right. 7 widows, a dog, and a goat. We were supposed to have a Beach motel, but the reservation got messed up, and now we are scrambling around last minute trying to find some poor soul who will rent us their house or cottage or motel rooms even though we have a dog and a goat. This trip is already hilarious, and we haven’t even left yet.
Im writing this blog now, Thursday evening, because Im leaving in the morning very early to meet up with the other women who are going. I know two of the women very well, and the others only via Facebook or camp widow. Some I will be meeting for the first time, but I have this feeling we will all feel connected right away. Widowhood is like that . Its the club nobody wants to be in, because the price to be here is much too high. We all wish that our person was not dead, instead of having each other. But since that isnt a thing and that wont ever happen and we DO have each other, I will say that for a club nobody wants to be a part of, we have some pretty kick-ass members.
I hope to have more of a report in next week’s blog.
It will most likely involve goat updates.
This is my life now.
