Here we are closing into the last cluster of Holidays - Christmas Eve, Christmas, New Years Eve, and New Years, and I haven't got a date and I don't care. I'm not depressed. I don't feel bad for myself. I like being single and unattached. I have freedom compared to most people I know who are overworked from having jobs and having families. Many of these people say they do it all for their children, but rarely have quality time for those children. Everything they do is in a rush. It's chaos most of the time. Most of them overdose their children with gifts to make up for the time they don't have to spend with them. Most of these children are spoiled.
As far as visiting other people goes, me and my doggie are planning on a three mile walk that will allow us to visit my 92 year old senior citizen friend some time soon. He lost a wife he met while a young teenager and thus knew for over 60 years when she died and has children and grandchildren but is mostly alone most of the time. I respect him because he reads and writes, keeping his intellect. He gets out of the house more than most people his age and refuses to use a cane. At the senior living home he's in there are 10 women for every one man and he's still keeping all of them at arm's length. His wife was it for him and I get that.
I feel happy that I have all my (minimal) shopping done. That my cupboards are stocked with food. That I have a bunch of old movies I want to watch and a plan to eat healthy while I watch them, doggie at my side. Wishing my readers Happy Holiday for ONE! Sister
