Life As A Bachelor

Bachelor life sucks. MrsRW started her new job this past week and is gone three or four days at a time now for what I guess will be every week. It isn't as if we spend our evenings attached to each other all the time but it's nice to have another person in the house even if they're "over there somewhere."

I talk to myself. Aloud. And I repeat what I say with a different tonal nuance until I can say it perfectly. I do the cooking every day normally, but now it's stuff I can just grab out of the freezer and heat up - there being no one to cook for. I have that extra beer or drink that I normally don't. As you can perhaps tell my internet time is waaaaay down. I've begun planning an N scale model train set up (pictures to come) and have done a little uninterrupted writing.

So I guess there's good things and bad things, except now when there's a crisis in the family it comes to me first - if only because with the Mrs here I never bother to pick up the phone - and I'm not good at that. I tend to think whatever someone is telling me about I have to GO AND FIX IT. It's a Dad thing. I don't "get" the "just want to vent" stuff. You're telling me this because you want me to fix it, right?

Last night I got a call from my sister in Wisconsin to inform me that one of our cousins - who is just a year older than me - died Monday and nobody knows quite what of yet. They'll be doing an autopsy because he lived alone and somebody found him. A year older than me. Yikes.

Oh well tonight I get the rare privilege of watching the grand daughter for a couple of hours while her Mom, my oldest daughter, takes care of some stuff. This part is no problem. I think we'll color. Most exciting thing to happen all week.

I making frozen pizza for dinner. Heh...