Yesterday... Saturday, Roger and I indulged in one of our (don't have to work day) activities.
This involves driving to Canadian Tire, treating ourselves to one of the FREE cups of coffee from the large urn just inside the door, and wandering the store mindlessly.
Often we are together, picking up and discussing things that have attracted our mutual interest. Other times we will separate, heading off in opposite directions with a specific destination in mind.
On this particular day we had finally decided to buy a wreath we had both been eyeballing for weeks, fake, but oh so realistic looking. No sparkly adornments. Just (fake) cedar boughs, and twigs, and if I am not mistaken, real pine cones. It is quite large and so beautiful. In our eyes at least. We had agreed that it would be hung in the centre window in the living room over the sofa facing inwards. So with the wreath laid gently down in the cart we headed further down the aisle and stopped to look at something else. I recall we had a discussion about something he really liked at that point and I found hideous. I exaggerate, it wasn’t hideous, I didn’t LIKE it but I said it was hideous to get his goat. (On occasion we differ in our taste) we put the item down, I looked up and then towards where he was standing. I repeat WAS standing….. maybe 2 seconds previous. He was gone and I was caught mid sentence now looking like I was talking to myself. I looked down the aisle immediately beside where he was. No Roger to be seen. I looked down the large middle isle. Again, no Roger. He had disappeared and the thought jumped into my head.
OMG, I am mad, totally bonkers. Has he been a figment of my imagination and in reality I am the crazy woman who is seen every Saturday morning in the Huntsville Canadian Tire talking out loud to no one, about the item in my hand or in front of me on the shelf.
I experience a brief moment of panic wondering if this was really the case, and as I move towards the front door wondering how I even got here, I catch a glimpse of him hiding behind a large shelving unit.
What a relief, because surely had he not become visible I would have wondered where the heck I lived and how many of the people in my life are real or imagined.
Is this all part of menopause?
And that reminds me.
I plan to start a separate blog on that subject.
That's the plan.
Let’s see if I can make that a reality.
Keep posted.
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Hey you... I hate to tell you this, but it's all true. Everything is just a figment of your menopausal imagination. Roger isn't a man, he is a shelving unit. A very tall, very charming shelving unit. But have no fear, fellow newspaperian, a shelving unit is a handy thing to have. One can never be too rich, too thin, or have too much storage.
ReplyDeleteMissed you today.
See you tomorrow!