So now I am home. The
husband joined me at the Duck Inn for the last 36 hours of my visit, but the
weather was so miserable that we were somewhat housebound most of Saturday. He slept and I put together a puzzle I had
picked up at the Goodwill. Good
times.
With all the thinking I had been doing about our issues, I
had sort of been dreading the husband's arrival. I was sure we were going to end up having a
Discussion, and I spent a considerable amount of time formulating my plan of
attack, mostly so that it wouldn't look
like an attack. It turned out I never
got the opportunity to approach the subject.
Some of the time we were having decent moments in each other's company,
and it seemed out-of-place to start a conversation that was almost guaranteed
to become a confrontation. The rest of
the time, we seemed to instinctively avoid each other. Perhaps we could feel the confrontation
looming, and just didn't want t go there.
It got me thinking whether it really WILL be worth it to go there. Maybe the status quo--peace and distance--is
better than any alternative we could come up with by hashing it out.
But I'm just so...lonely.
For a whole week, I was more on my own than I have been in
many years. I have mentioned many times
over the years how AOL journals came out of the blue to rescue me out of an
extremely lonely time in my life--the time after my dad's death when my family
gave me the heave-ho and my husband retreated into his job, leaving me
with...not a whole lot. I rode the wave
of those internet friendships through that tough time, and even most of the way
through my trials at the restaurant. I've been especially regretful of the
distancing of those friendships. But those
relationships have been steadily declining for a long time. Why, I've been asking myself lately, do I
feel SO much more isolated these days?
The answer came to me in a flash the other day, in the parking lot at
Cape Lookout. I had just returned from a vaguely unsatisfying
solitary walk up and down the beach, and back through the ancient forest. As I approached the lot, I saw a little red
SUV parked a few spaces down from my van.
At the rear of the car, the passengers were prepping for their own walk
on the beach. The woman pulled up her
hood, checked her gloves, took stock of her walking buddy's gear, reached into a
plastic bag and chucked a treat to her companion--that being a beautiful Aussie
shepherd on a nylon leash. I took in the
little scene...and burst into tears.
That is what has been missing. My traveling companion. The one who took her place in "her" back seat for thirteen
years, and let me drag her to wherever my demons chased me. My watchdog, who would have happily hidden
behind me while I dispatched any danger we might encounter on our exploits. The one who looked after me by giving me
someone to look after besides myself.
Do you think she would mind if I considered sharing my
adventures with a new friend?
Ooooo - yes! A dog! That's exactly what you need! I recommend a pound pup that will grow into a medium-sized happy beasty. A working dog breed, like lab, shepherd (but not a Border Collie - they will wear you out), or tall hound.
ReplyDeleteLucy was half border collie, half Aussie shepherd. I LOVE border collies--they are SO smart. And even though I'm fast approaching old-lady-hood, I need someone to help me expend my excess energy. I would love to find a dog similar to Her Majesty, but if I DO get a dog, I will definitely explore pound dogs/rescues first. My situation is somewhat complicated by the fact that whatever dog I get has to co-habitate with eight cats. Tall order for a foundling who might or might not have been raised around cats.
DeleteI think Lucy would be very happy. She was quite a dog.
ReplyDeleteI know nothing would make her more happy than to have you share your love with another dog. She gets it.....
ReplyDeleteI think Lucy would be very happy to see you with a new furry companion. Go for it, Lisa. I think getting another dog would be great for you. It's never a matter of "replacing", you see...just another dog to love and be loved back.
ReplyDeleteTo hear the husband tell it, a dog is a financial and emotional commitment we cannot afford to make right now. So no dog for me, I guess. It's not worth the aggravation.
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