My Journal #2

March 26 prompt

Can You Be Alone with Yourself?

This is a question I don't have to think to answer. When my husband was hired by the same company I and my son work for, I thought it would be fun. I worked for him over the years when he owned his own construction company. Not as his office person, I did that too, but as the on-the-job-laborer. When he didn't have help I carried studs and set them on his mark. I lifted the walls with him when he nailed them. I've had to overcome some of my fear of heights to stand on a ladder 8' off the floor. I even had to stand on a lift to hold siding 20 + feet off the ground.

All that leads to the present. We moved from Minnesota to Oregon and have been employed and unemployed over the first five years we lived here.

This job was offered to him to aid in going to auctions to buy bearings. There have been two - three others that go but only one of them talks to people at the auction to see if they have bearings or know of people who might have bearings we could buy.  Paul was the perfect fit. He knows how to network and people like him.
He is on the road for weeks at a time. This time he's been gone a month. He comes home for a few days and will be gone again.

I hate to say this but I don't mind it at all. I do or don't do what I please and many times it gets me in trouble when I forget to pay a bill or misplace it. I admit I'm not organized and I'm easily distracted.

That leads to the fact he will be home on Monday. That means Saturday I have to whiz through the house and clean. I also have to finish up the taxes and get them to the accountant. Sad, but my procrastination is terrible.  I don't mind being alone. This may be the result of a husband that is very controlling and even from afar has to know what I'm doing and when I'll be back. He tries to throw the "poor dog" at me and insists I take her everywhere with me. Sometimes I do and leave her in the car. She certainly doesn't mind it and sometimes wont get out of the car when we get home. I have to leave the door open so she'll come out when she realizes we aren't going anywhere.

No, right now I love the fact I can stay up and write when I feel like it. Go to bed when I feel like it and if I don't vacuum or mop the kitchen, no one cares but me.