I am old. I do not like change.
When I was young, changes in routine were welcome. The excitement of new places, new adventures, new people were all welcome. Today.....not so much.
A few short weeks ago I saw my kids now and then, saw the grocery delivery guy twice a month and that was pretty much it. And I liked it that way. There are folks who feel the need to be surrounded by friends and family continually. I am not one of them. There are those who retire and then find themselves bored to death. I am not one of those, either. I have many interests - quilt making, crocheting, scrapbooking, reading, genealogy research, food preservation, etc. Finding ways to occupy my time has never been a problem.
Living alone and being alone have never bothered me. I have often thought that in another life I might have made a pretty decent hermit. As long as my kids and grands check in from time to time, I am happy.
Then came the time when I had to reach out for help. Now I still have the grocery delivery guy here every other Thursday afternoon. Tuesdays and Fridays are reserved for the nurses who come in to deal with the care of my legs. And yesterday I met with the lady who will be cleaning my apartment every Thursday morning.
It is like Grand Central Station, I tell ya!
I am grateful for the help. And so far the people who flow in and out of my home seem like nice folks. But I find that keeping my sense of humor in good working order seems to help. My youngest son always teased me about checking my busy calendar to see if I was free on a specific day, knowing full well that I was free as a bird any day of the week.
It now appears the joke is on him. :)