Well, I guess it's time for some more writing.
Although it was great to visit family for Christmas, via a looooong train ride, the holidays pretty much suuuuuuucked. I'm trying not to take that as a personal failing, since I see a lot of the vets are still affected as well. (I know at least HF and SS aren't exactly having a bang-up time of it...) Somewhere back in my thread, Marvin wrote that for the first six months, he expected his wife to show up again. I feel the same way. I don't know how much of that is denial, but while my head knew that this is a long struggle, and it would be highly unlikely to hear from my wife this soon, my heart was hoping for a Christmas miracle. Even a boomerang would've been something. I have hours where I'm OK, and some where I'm downright comfortable, and then some trigger will just send me into tears.
For next Christmas, I was thinking of setting up a trip to Krakow to see the market (buying now to get good flights), but my wife and I went there on our delayed honeymoon just a couple of years ago, and I'm not sure I could handle that alone yet. I'll keep it in mind, but maybe I'll be more ready by Christmas '23.
Anticipating selling the house at some point and moving, I've been piling up stuff to sell or donate, and took a batch to the thrift store today. Lots of books I've been hanging on to. I don't really need a 1950's book on aerodynamics, I have newer ones. (And even though my degree says "aeronautics," my thesis was in combustion, and I do neither of those things for my current job.) Some of the books are historically interesting, but many I don't really need. (I did actually read "Crime and Punishment," but only kept it in the bookcase to look smart.) I'm also starting to read the unread books that have been sitting there for so long. I have a lot of things that I bought for "us," or to try to keep my wife entertained at home during the pandemic. It doesn't seem to make sense to keep these without her. Much like the double sleeping bag I finally bought after we spent many nights freezing in a tent with an air mattress and regular blankets, but ultimately only used once. Right now I have zero interest in dating anyone, let alone camping with anyone, so it should go. I can always buy another one later. Same for the dining table, although I'd wait on that and a few other furniture items to see how much space I have where I actually end up. My wife was really the hostess, and I don't envision myself hosting dinner parties. Just the bar is enough. (More my kind of party, I guess.)
I'm also 90% of the way to deciding to sell my first motorcycle. It's still a lot of fun to ride, but I don't really do the kind of riding anymore that I bought it for, and it's old (a 1991 KLR650, which I bought it in 1997). I can get more $$ for it still running that I could if I just ran it into the ground. I have to remember to ride it once and a while to keep it going, and it's one more thing to take care of. I'd still have my 300 cc "commuter scooter" that I use for work and some errands, and the Super Tenere. The Tenere isn't as nimble as the KLR (which isn't terribly nimble itself), but I'd probably be better off focusing on making the Tenere what I really want for touring and taking more rides on that.
I'll be sad to leave the house after putting so much work into it, but it's really "our" house, and doesn't feel right with just me here. I've started changing out a few light fixtures to either save vintage ones that I like and can't find easily, or to revert rooms back to "normal." (We had a "gothic potty," if you can envision that. I made a TP holder out of cast iron railing decorations, and had swords on the wall.) For some reason, I just seem to be driven to customize things. Maybe if I get something like a condo, I'll focus more on hobbies. (Needs to be a condo with a private garage, which is the hard part.) I'll have to wait until the housing supply improves, though. We've been hit with a tight market like many other cities.
MourningDove made a few recent posts about her art... I've always liked to build things, and after my previous big breakup I started doing more sculpture. (Probably because the girlfriend I broke up with was an artist. I still have a painting she made after we broke up.) It's mostly simple stuff like yard art, and I've made Nixie clocks, but I did a couple of "emotional" pieces as well (which were relevant to the breakup, and are unfortunately relevant again). I'm not sure I would rate the title of "outsider artist," but that sounds way cooler than "some guy in his garage." Anyway, I'm going to start working on a few things to see if I can use up some of my scrap metal supply before I move. I'll probably pare down my collection of my own yard art, too. Inside the house, I have a ton of my mother's paintings (she became an artist later in life). My mother gave a couple of her paintings to my wife, and it heartens me that my wife kept them when she left. I think I'm afraid to go into thrift stores for fear of finding one there! (My mother passed away not too long after my wife met her.)
It's an odd connection to have, but one thing my wife and I have in common is that my father and her mother both died when we were in our early 20s (long before we met), and my mother and her father died in the mid 20-teens.
Well, I'm sure I've forgotten something, but that's probably enough rambling for now. To sum it up, I still miss my wife dearly. I really think the trifecta of menopause, pandemic, and resulting MLC just flipped her out.
Thank you for reading,
JB