It was a bit too cold for me to be happy about the first week of Spring, but it can only get better. I have not done much yet outdoors. I see the little bits of green weeds starting to show, and I know there will be more to follow, keeping me busy. Some crocuses have bloomed between the snow drops. No daffodils yet. I might go and see the Philadelphia Flower Show in early June with a new friend I have met on Facebook dating who says he wants to take me. We’ll see, we have not met face to face yet. I am getting my second vaccine shot on Thursday, and then I have to remain in quarantine for two weeks.
I have been spending a lot of time watching and/or listening to operas, on DVDs, CDs or YouTube. I have quite a collection. It has helped the long stretches of time pass. I am tired of reading and watching movies, and I am a huge fan of operas. Sometimes I just listen to arias, other times I want to watch the entire opera. Recently, I have watched, over and over, La Traviata, La Boheme, Turondot, Madame Butterfly, Lucia de Lamamore, La Sommnabula, The Elixir of Love, Norma, Nabucco, The Barber of Seville, and probably others as well, I used to go to the Metropolitan Opera, before I got the dogs. There was nothing like it. Ever. My favorite singers are Pavarotti and Maria Callas. I also like a soprano, Anna Moffo, who was very beautiful. She has many operas and arias on YouTube. Sadly, they are all deceased.
Soon, I will have to resume my endless weeding. I have begun walking Kensie this week for my 2 mile walk. I see my surgeon for a follow up appointment on Tuesday. I hope he is pleased with how I am doing. I gained five pounds since the surgery.
Although I am alone and not happy about it, somehow, life just goes on. I just put one foot in front of the other and it happens. There is no point thinking about it, whatever I think about something doesn’t matter, life itself is going to happen, regardless. I think recognizing this has helped me attain a certain level of wisdom I did not have before. It’s like the end of the movie, Splendor in the Grass, written by William Ing, when Deanie goes to visit Bud on his farm after she comes home from her stay in a psychiatric hospital. In the scene, she asks him, “Are you happy?” Bud looks at her and says, “I don’t think much about happiness anymore. You have to take what comes.” Deanie agrees that is best and they separate. Like Bud, who as a young man “had it all”, I try not to think of my life in terms of happiness being there or not, or how much I achieved, either. Just given the passage of time, something new will happen to me that will be beyond my control, it will just happen, something good or something bad. And I won’t be able to do a single thing about it.