Another Life Change

This afternoon I plan to sit out on my back deck with a glass of wine and toast the end of another chapter of my life.

Today is my husband’s last day of employment.

Most relationships have the male retiring before the female; in my case, I enchanted (and married) a younger male.

But I digress.

The moment in time that I’m referring to is that this is the last evening I will have totally to myself.

Oh, my mate will be sure to keep himself busy hunting, fishing, and whatever else retired males like to do. I’ll be joining many of his activities (like grandkids, traveling, bike riding, shopping, and live music concerts), along with doing “my own thing” while he does his.

Yet I will miss the few evenings a week that I had to myself.

My husband worked nights, so three evenings a week I did all kinds of things with no one to watch or care.

Not that anyone would watch or care.

But again I digress.

I will be raising my glass of wine to evenings wasted watching TV, fine tuning my crafts to backgrounds of 40s crooners or 80s pop hits, walking through my woods to the back gate yelling at my dogs, pretending my way through H.P. Lovecraft, eating a bowl of cereal before bed, or writing in a journal or on a computer with just my thoughts for company.

I’m not saying I won’t continue any and all of the above … there’s so much more I want to explore and do.

So much more I want to dream about.

And although my husband is my love and life and soulie and all that good stuff, we are still two different people, and take two different approaches to many things.

That includes time alone. “Me” time. “Soul” time. “Dream” time.

With this glass of wine I toast to all the time I’ve spent alone dreaming and all the times yet to come that I’ll be able to dream along side someone else.

Even if we are astral traveling in two separate directions …