I think… like everyone else… I wish I could just drop everything, pack a bag, load the car, and experience wanderlust again for a while instead of plugging away at the grind. Not that things have been absolutely horrible… I haven’t been getting punched in the nuts when I wake up every morning or anything like that… but it DOES get a little tiring when you constantly feel overwhelmed, are constantly trying to “figure things out”, and life keeps showing you that there are things you have control over… and there are things that you don’t. So…. I’m just gonna keep plugging away at routines for right now… keep an eye on what I have control over… and maybe try to create some new routines! (Like ones where I have to brush my teeth at a rest stop, in a hotel, or next to my tent would be fun! Or in my schoolhouse… I have no plans of letting go of my schoolhouse! Gotta have home to come back to!)
The past couple of weeks have been good, filled with some good things. My lady friend and I went to Salem, Mass last week to get out of Dodge, see the ocean, and check out some witches! (the witches weren’t actually a main focal point) One thing I love about the East Coast is it’s history. Yes, we have some pretty horrendous history in this country, but everywhere does.
It’s fun to walk around a town made up of old brick buildings and wooden houses where you can read about what took place on that spot hundreds of years ago!… even though they weren’t good times. (I guess that’s how we learn not to do those things again… or not let them happen again.)
For me, it’s weird doing things with someone who isn’t Kateri… but that’s the whole balancing “New Life” and “Old Life”. I mean, I still wanna experience life… sometimes with someone else… sometimes by myself… but mainly I don’t wanna keep trying to recreate the experiences I had with Kateri because those times are simply memories of a different life now… even if they are really, really good memories. I want new experiences… for my new life. Experiences like going to the Peabody Essex Museum or the Salem Witch Museum. I still wanna walk around towns and look at the architecture or old ass homes where the doors don’t have any right angles anymore. I wanna go into magic shops and get in trouble for taking pictures because they sell REALLY important and magical things. I wanna have fun and say things like, “These are the trees where they hung all the witches!” when walking through a town green… not knowing if there was any truth in the statement! I still wanna live… life… and focus on “The Good” things once in a while… and push “The Bad” to the side for a bit… here and there.
I was gonna go into some other things I’ve been doing over the last couple of weeks like the fact that I’ve started going through the house… slowly… or the fact that I’ve started my book! (an even slower start… but I’ve got a file folder with words in it!) But, it’s my Sunday on a Monday and I’ve got things to do. All in all, I feel I’ve been doing okay. Going through the cabinet in the living room was rewarding. It’s interesting what you find in boxes. This one had old computers (no, I didn’t turn them on to look at pics or anything… although I wanted to), CD’s from decades ago, cords cords cords, an old picture of me from 2007, a ticket from our NY City Christmas in 2012, toys my mom gave Kateri over the years,…. and underwear. Yup, you just never know what you’ll find!… but you’ve gotta open the box first to see what’s in it! Otherwise, it’s just a box taking up space.
Widower Notes n Thoughts:
- Dating as a widower is a huge, complicated thing. For all you widowed people out there… just be true and honest to yourself and the other person… and fuck whatever issues and opinions other people have about it… they really don’t have any idea of what you are going through.
- It’s hard to balance the wanting to spend time with someone, but also wanting and needing to spend time alone… again, complicated.
- Sleep is still a strange thing. During the work week I do okay…ish… 5-7 hours of sleep depending. I generally wake up on the couch between 2:23 and 3:47 on the weekends…. and then crawl into bed so that I can have that feeling of waking up in bed.
- Cake Pops. No matter what… they make things better. (unless you have diabetes… then they probably aren’t that great for ya)
- Six Hundred and Sixty-Six days in… It’s still hard to come to terms with the fact that Kateri isn’t here. I miss her. I miss our life. I miss our future. And when I think about it… it makes me cry. At this point though… I generally cry alone.
- wow… that sounds ridiculously sad.
- Remember, we are surrounded by both “The Good” in the world and “The Bad”.
It’s up to us to decide on which to focus on and when. We aren’t helpless. Sometimes, we can do things that are actually helpful to ourselves… and others… without much effort.
- I haven’t worn my wedding ring for 16 days.
- The beard is getting a little old… and itchy… but I just can’t get rid of it yet! (because it’s still kinda fun)
- I hope you have a good day!
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10 thoughts on “Widower Day 666… creepy, cuz I just went to Salem!… last week.”
Maggie
Salem is a really neat historic place. My daughter and her wife were married near Salem (they had to go where it could be legal). We parents had a fun day exploring Salem. Lobster rolls, magic shops, museums and we found our favorite spice in the little spice Tagore in Salem. We still order through the mail — the guy’s name is David Bowie – funny coincidence.
I am glad you are finding your way but still holding on to the memories. Moving forward can be hard but every journey is just one step at a time.
Will the beard ever come fully off? Are you anxious for spring? Vermont loves to hang onto winter!
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Darren Lidstrom
The short answer on the beard is… yes. When?… I have no idea! And… 100% on board with the lobster roll… had to have one myself!
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Elizabeth
As long as you haven’t let your beard accumulate traces of your last several meals, I think you should keep it! Your clean beard in the picture suggests that your focus on self care has continued, a very good sign. I can’t imagine dating after losing my husband. But I am 72, not your age. Thanks for keeping us up to speed on your journey.
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Darren Lidstrom
Thanks for being a part of my journey, Elizabeth! Just gotta say… I keep the beard pretty clean… but soup and cereal don’t do me any favors!
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Elizabeth
Just as long as you remove those Cheerios!
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lssattitudeofgratitude
One day at a time. One foot in front of the other. Finding joy wherever it is. All great steps in the process. I do wonder what you look like without the beard. 🙂
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Darren Lidstrom
I look like a 12 year old boy… which is why Kateri never wanted me to be clean shaven… I looked too young!… made her uncomfortable! Of course, it could be my small head, too… and no chin. Hair fills things in nicely!
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jennasnanny04
Hi. Sorry I’m so late to comment. Going back to read posts I obviously didn’t read!
So, Salem is SO cool. I am one of the ” parents” who toured Salem with Maggie. And I was also going to comment on Salem Spice Store……they the chipotle honey rub on salmon ( baked) and chicken ( baked).. . Yum!
I was very happy to read about all the progress you are making and ar your own pace. Those we loved so dearly are forever carried in our hearts.
Also happy to hear you are going to write a book. I often wish for that skill and I’m just thrilled to see talented writers actually willing to invest the time and energy and sacrifice that we all might read it! Put me on the list when its published!
And LOBSTER ROLLS in Salem are heavenly!!! Lol. Nancy
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Darren Lidstrom
Thanks for checking back in, Nancy! Ummm, now I’m thinking about Chipotle-Honey Rubbed Salmon!… on a Sunday Morning. (I agree… yum!)
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jennasnanny04
Fyi….I order mine from their website! Lol. Fire up that computer! 😁
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