Things I Do Alone

This week, I’ve been left alone again by a work-traveling Husband. I gave myself a good to-do list, and then I got to work on it as soon as I got home. I emptied the dishwasher, and I got out my new letters, as I was taking down the WICKED letters, and putting up my GOBBLE. As I pulled my turkey out, I noticed he was missing an eye. Yup, poor guy only has one eye, so my weird cross-eyed turkey is now a weird Cyclops. As I was wrapping up the WICKED letters to put away, I heard a small scratching on the door. At first, it was only for a split second, so I was like, ok is someone there? And then it happened a few seconds later, longer, and I almost died, thinking someone was going to try and break in and kill me, but as I moved the drapes, I saw that it was only Cookie, who had somehow gotten out in my going back and forth from the shed and house, and got locked out. Oops. So I let her back in, and got back to work.

As I was putting up the new letters, I realized, this is usually something that happens when Husband is out of town. It’s not on purpose, but he seems to be gone in the first of the month, which is when I put up the new letters, with the changing season. And I realized this time, that if I was to fall from the ledge as I was doing this, no one would find me, probably, and I could die from the easy fall. I try to be careful always, but accidents are accidents, and happen all the time. So maybe now I should wait until people are home before I try to do dangerous things like that.

Aloooone….

Tonight when I was driving home after FHE, I got a hankering for some tacos. And not just any tacos, the tacos from Del Taco. That’s right, those delicious $.49 ones. And I didn’t want to wait to get home to eat them, so I ate them on the way. One, I ate on surface streets, and the second one I ate on the freeway. Which, BTW, it is pretty hard to eat a crunchy taco while trying to go freeway speeds. I don’t recommend it.

As I was eating my tacos on the way home, I realized that it’s a little weird to eat in your car when you’re alone. With others, its totally cool, you and a friend, (or friends) are eating, having a good time, but when you’re alone, you feel just a little weird. And then I thought of other things that are totally normal when you’re with other people, but alone…kinda weird.

Hitting up an amusement park. I’ve never done this, but I can only imagine how odd it would be to be at this sort of place by yourself. There’s no one to enjoy the good times, to laugh at all the craziness happening! Bowling is another one. With friends – a great night! Alone…you seem a little sad. Playing on a seesaw. Well, now I just feel bad for you. You couldn’t find one friend to sit on that other side? Aw.

I know that I do weird things all the time, and this is neither the first nor the last time I’ll eat in my car. I don’t care that I do it, it’s both delicious and a time-saver. Genius.