People say get a pet;
they are such good company.
but I am all I need!
Here I am. The last person to blog. And I’m not sure why I’m doing this. Nut over the spring, I wrote a few haiku about being single and itchy made me think about my single life. Here is where I will ruminate on wing single. Like in the haiku above.
i live alone. No husband anymore. Kid’s grown. No roommate, thank god. And…no pets. Many of my friends have cute English bulldogs or silky cats. They love their drooly, sheddy little friend and I guess he/she/it loves them back. And they are sure I wouldn’t be “so lonely” if I had a little, or enormous, companion.
But here’s the thing: I’m not lonely, at least not often. I’ve got friends, and TiVo and my shiny new iPad on which I am blogging. I’ve got church, and work, and a world of books to read. And none of those require that I walk it in the rain or (shudder) pick up It’s poop.
So I live alone. And I’m good with that. Cause all in all, I’m a lot of fun!