SOLITUDE

 I LOVE being alone.   No one to have to share a space with. No one to interrupt my thoughts or actions. No one to cook for. No one to "supervise" my every move. I feel like a fish in a fish bowl. There are ALWAYS eyes watching me AND commenting on EVERYTHING I do. I feel like an amoeba under a microscope.  

At the moment I am in my sanctuary sitting in the dark where I hope to go unnoticed for the next hour or more.  I just finished cleaning up dinner, grabbed my laptop and told The Man I was going to sit out in the parlor and "check my e-mail".  Of course he had 42 different things to tell me that he had apparently not thought of while we were eating dinner. These thoughts only come into his head when I am leaving the room. 

It is interesting that The Man who called me EVERY NIGHT for 5 months has nothing to say unless it is to tell me how to wash a dish or make a bed. He honestly does not know what he is doing. Yesterday I was making him a sandwich for his lunch and he started telling me how to put the ham and cheese on the bread. SERIOUSLY !!!    I told him to settle down,  if he didn't like how I made his sandwich he could do it himself.  He was taken back that I had a thought of my own and actually voiced it because I usually just give him an "OK" and go on doing what I'm doing. He apologized later but I still don't think he realizes just how "up tight" he is. 

The Man needs to be on anti anxiety meds but he tried them once for 2 days and decided he didn't l ike the way they made him feel.  As if they would have started working that quickly. I have met my match in being stubborn. And he isn't even a Taurus or German.  I thought Norwegians were supposed to be very easy going. 

The past week has been interesting. Getting used to sharing a space and not eating what I want when I want is a challenge. The good thing is that I can escape if I want to and head for town. The poor guy isn't going out much so I can suddenly decide I am out of tooth paste so I need to take a trip to the dollar store. My trips to the dollar store are a high point of my life in Michigan.  The place is such a "junk shop" but they have EVERYTHING. I love walking up and down the aisles checking out all the dumb stuff. Yesterday I bought a $4 Christmas tree. Complete with decorations and lights.  It's only 3 feet tall but that is all we need. I also bought an ugly $4 wreath and some ribbon to dress it up. 

In case you're wondering, Yes, I am already loosing my mind !  And I have only been here 10 days. Lord help me by the time February rolls around when I get to go home. I will be a stark raving lunatic !!!!! But I will have lots of Dollar Store junk to bring home with me.