As we sequester ourselves in our homes, a lot of us are with our family and secretly plotting their death. Being in close proximity to those you love can cause an enormous amount of stress in the best of times. When you’re sitting there waiting for the next guy who didn’t wash his hands to come knocking at your door to infect you and your family, then nerves get a little on edge. With me it’s a little different. I love being with my wife, and our two dogs. She is my lover and my best friend (you’re singing Rod Stewart right now…you’re welcome).
The problem now is that we are not together. Every year on Halloween weekend, my wife leaves me to go trick or treating with her grandkids and then sequesters herself to a beach condo in Ventura County California until Memorial Day. That means that with all this craziness my wife and I are separated. While everyone in the world is complaining about spending too much time with their family, I’m in the opposite boat. I’m not spending enough time with mine. My family is my wife, and our girls, and I miss my family.
I absolutely adore my wife. I miss her dearly, and I want her to come here where it’s safer. It’s really easy to benefit from social distancing in an area that has hundreds of square miles of wilderness area. A city outside of L.A., not so much. However, she’s a bit stubborn, and really hates snow, and the weather here was 32 degrees this morning. So, listening to the sound of the waves, getting some Yolanda’s Mexican food, and chillin with her oldest grandson even if you can’t walk on the beach is more important to her than me and the cold.
I guess what I’m saying is that if you are stuck in a house with your family, consider yourself lucky. I’m over a thousand miles away, alone in a house with nothing more to keep me company than the sound of my own breathing. I do love my alone time, but I always look forward to getting back to see my wife. In the entire time we have been together I have never come home and wished she wasn’t there. I have always taken for granted that she will want to go out and see a movie and eat popcorn, even if she’s stuffed to the gills with whatever we had for lunch or dinner.
That’s why very shortly I will be taking a trip to California. I need to see my wife. I need to know she is OK, and I need to make sure she is safe, because in the end if she wasn’t there, I’m not sure I’d know what to do with myself. Obviously I wouldn’t be able to clean the kitchen right, mop the floors right, or well…do anything right. I’d be lost. I love you my girl. In spite of you thinking I only want to be alone. Well…you’re not wrong. I do want to be alone. I just want to be alone with you.
Rex