For Widows Only - A Day In The Life Of A Widow - What It's Like When You Got Important Things To Do

Today is Saturday. It's 5:00 pm I have no idea where my day was. Seems like I just get out of bed ten minutes ago, and instead of mixing on the driveway in my fluffy white bathrobe and slippers, daily newspaper to brew a pot of coffee and sit, I have THINGS instead.

THINGS. If you know that the hip Itty Nitty Good Stuff to do before you sit and read, sit and sit black coffee and the type to sit and write received Gulp!

Those are the things of this widow hasToday:

I folded laundry - 4 bath towels, 4 towels, washcloths 4th If there is a bennie to be a widow and lives alone, folding laundry for a person scores high.

I ironed. I thought it was time to have the table all of my summer whites piled on another, before his legs collapsed in. I want to give my 6 pairs of folds are wearing white shorts, 2 pairs of my crumpled white pants, my white-14 Tank Tops, and my 20 pairs of white tennis socks before Labor Day. What canI have to say? I am a traditional widow. Blame it on my mother. Sorry, Ma. And that an article for another day.

I made my bed. Because if I do not, I hear voices. Yes, I hear dead people. Normally it is my mother's voice reminds me clean my room, my bed. Like I said, we save that for another time.

I have to deposit a bank. A man would think I had a plethora of dollars, the amount of time that I have to do to deposit to the bank. Probably the reason why it takes meuntil this work get out of the way, because I am terrible at math clock and the other possibility, I have to deposit any money. When a bank pays the following: I have to hunt down a deposit slip, a deposit envelope, to make the plastic card for the deposit. Organization to adapt my husband was strong, not mine. And I can not blame that one on my mother, although I can wish me. Are we sensing a pattern here?

That's widow, tracking payment slip, a deposit envelope and the plastic --Map to the security deposit is like the hunt for Osama bin Laden. One more thing before I forget it. Why do they call it a drive-in window? The closer is this widow, that drive-in window that she is better able to rip the side mirror of her car. I call it the drive-get-out-of-car instead of walk-in window. And, oh, it hurts when I bang my elbow into it.

I have important things to do today. Unbelievable Mountain Piled Other relatives had not taken things into attack THINGS. Butthat an article is for another time. And you'll have to wait. Because I ask my mother.