Another Look
During my first few months in Oklahoma as a new bride, I found myself trying to keep myself busy. I wanted to be the best housewife I could be. As a result, I made sure all of our laundry stayed washed, our suppers were eatable, and the floors kept free of dirt or grass clumps. My spare time was spent getting my belongings organized, sewing, or taking occasional trips to the cabinet shop to visit my wonderfully handsome, loving new husband.
I spent time dreaming and making plans for the future...Let's plant a garden!!?..What should we plant? What kind of trips will we take together? Will my husband take me to my friend's weddings? We could expand his business!!!.. What can I do to contribute to the cabinet business?...There were so many new and exciting things to plan and to think about.
I dreamed up all kinds of decorating ideas for our little love nest; wondering what color of curtains would look best in the dining room? Should we buy an area rug for the living room floor? A house plant would sure look good in that corner!.. When will my husband have the time to build that bookcase he mentioned?..Will he even have time to build all the furniture he says he wants to build?..Why can't we just buy it and have one now?....I don't like doilies but this table just doesn't look right without something on it!..This place needs light fixtures...........To sum it all up, I was a bored, overactive brained, lost in a strange land, scared, excited, in love, lonesome little girl.
My days were spent alone. I was not used to all of this. I was accustomed to children of all ages running in and out of the house and constant goings on. I was familiar with yelling and screaming and "be quiet!' being a response, not deafening silence. I was familiar with having my sister around 24/7, making plans for our next outing with our girlfriends and having to tell her we needed to get things done around the house and help mom out a little for once, not this "where in the world will I find a friend around here feeling".
Oh, but then the glorious familiarity of walking into a JoAnn fabric store in Norman, Oklahoma!!...A wonderfully familiar half sweet white cinnamon latte from Starbucks!!....This world here actually wasn't a separate planet!...I did find things to like here in Oklahoma, (mainly my growing relationship and love for my new husband), but when I felt lonely, overwhelmed or needed to clear my brain, I would get up, lace up my runners, and go out for a walk.
There is a gravel road I liked to walk down on those February and March days. About a quarter mile down lived an older couple. They owned a little fenced area which held about 30 of his goats. He also has a Rottweiler named Rowdy, a Great White Piranese named Daisy, and a little beagle-terrior mix named Jersey. As I would get closer to their house, Jersey would recognize me, sometimes as soon as I turned onto the road!...She would tear down the road to greet me, wagging her tail feriously and jumping up on her hind legs to touch my hands with her nose. She would then run and walk beside me as I continued walking. I would then stop at Jeff's house, and if he was outside, would chat with him a little. I enjoyed petting and talking to his dogs, watching him feed his goats, and meeting the newborn baby goats.
When I was young, we had cats. I remember LOTS of cats at one point in time. So many that dad had to "take care" of some of them. I remember one particular kitten I took a fancy to. I dressed her up one day in some doll clothes and treated her as a baby of my own. I loved that little kitten. We also had golden retrievers as I was growing up. Three of our female dogs had their litter of pups within a week of each other. We had about 27 pups if I remember right! I would spend hours sitting beside the mama, making sure each puppy got its fair share of nursing. As the pups got older, it was my job to feed them their goat milk soaked dog food. I loved those pups and it was always hard to say goodbye. So this was another thing I was not accustomed to. No furry friends!!...No dog, no cat, no little Betta fish, not one little pet for companionship. Could that be my answer to my lonely alone days at home?..That would be perfect to have a dog or even a cat to at least share the word "oops" with, or even a whole conversation!...A little kitten would be perfect to keep me company while my husband is off to work all day!..
Well, "smelly house" and "hairy couch" was mentioned. Not wanting it to be the little girl to beg for the candy bar and be told "No" by her father kind of episode, I realized something about marriage. We could actually make a decision "together"!..The only thing was that I would have to except that some things just won't work out like I would like them to. That is perfectly fine with me if I know that my husband and I can make a decision together that makes for the best decisions for 'us together'.
In April, I got a job offer at the quilt shop. This job has saved my life and probably my mind too. Today I thought of my furry friends though and had a little lonesomeness for our golden retrievers, Bo and Jara and for Zebbie, our cat that was rescued as a kitten in an open field. Among all the possible companions that can keep us from being lonely, I am most thankful for my semi furry friend I call my husband;)
I spent time dreaming and making plans for the future...Let's plant a garden!!?..What should we plant? What kind of trips will we take together? Will my husband take me to my friend's weddings? We could expand his business!!!.. What can I do to contribute to the cabinet business?...There were so many new and exciting things to plan and to think about.
I dreamed up all kinds of decorating ideas for our little love nest; wondering what color of curtains would look best in the dining room? Should we buy an area rug for the living room floor? A house plant would sure look good in that corner!.. When will my husband have the time to build that bookcase he mentioned?..Will he even have time to build all the furniture he says he wants to build?..Why can't we just buy it and have one now?....I don't like doilies but this table just doesn't look right without something on it!..This place needs light fixtures...........To sum it all up, I was a bored, overactive brained, lost in a strange land, scared, excited, in love, lonesome little girl.
My days were spent alone. I was not used to all of this. I was accustomed to children of all ages running in and out of the house and constant goings on. I was familiar with yelling and screaming and "be quiet!' being a response, not deafening silence. I was familiar with having my sister around 24/7, making plans for our next outing with our girlfriends and having to tell her we needed to get things done around the house and help mom out a little for once, not this "where in the world will I find a friend around here feeling".
Oh, but then the glorious familiarity of walking into a JoAnn fabric store in Norman, Oklahoma!!...A wonderfully familiar half sweet white cinnamon latte from Starbucks!!....This world here actually wasn't a separate planet!...I did find things to like here in Oklahoma, (mainly my growing relationship and love for my new husband), but when I felt lonely, overwhelmed or needed to clear my brain, I would get up, lace up my runners, and go out for a walk.
There is a gravel road I liked to walk down on those February and March days. About a quarter mile down lived an older couple. They owned a little fenced area which held about 30 of his goats. He also has a Rottweiler named Rowdy, a Great White Piranese named Daisy, and a little beagle-terrior mix named Jersey. As I would get closer to their house, Jersey would recognize me, sometimes as soon as I turned onto the road!...She would tear down the road to greet me, wagging her tail feriously and jumping up on her hind legs to touch my hands with her nose. She would then run and walk beside me as I continued walking. I would then stop at Jeff's house, and if he was outside, would chat with him a little. I enjoyed petting and talking to his dogs, watching him feed his goats, and meeting the newborn baby goats.
When I was young, we had cats. I remember LOTS of cats at one point in time. So many that dad had to "take care" of some of them. I remember one particular kitten I took a fancy to. I dressed her up one day in some doll clothes and treated her as a baby of my own. I loved that little kitten. We also had golden retrievers as I was growing up. Three of our female dogs had their litter of pups within a week of each other. We had about 27 pups if I remember right! I would spend hours sitting beside the mama, making sure each puppy got its fair share of nursing. As the pups got older, it was my job to feed them their goat milk soaked dog food. I loved those pups and it was always hard to say goodbye. So this was another thing I was not accustomed to. No furry friends!!...No dog, no cat, no little Betta fish, not one little pet for companionship. Could that be my answer to my lonely alone days at home?..That would be perfect to have a dog or even a cat to at least share the word "oops" with, or even a whole conversation!...A little kitten would be perfect to keep me company while my husband is off to work all day!..
Well, "smelly house" and "hairy couch" was mentioned. Not wanting it to be the little girl to beg for the candy bar and be told "No" by her father kind of episode, I realized something about marriage. We could actually make a decision "together"!..The only thing was that I would have to except that some things just won't work out like I would like them to. That is perfectly fine with me if I know that my husband and I can make a decision together that makes for the best decisions for 'us together'.
In April, I got a job offer at the quilt shop. This job has saved my life and probably my mind too. Today I thought of my furry friends though and had a little lonesomeness for our golden retrievers, Bo and Jara and for Zebbie, our cat that was rescued as a kitten in an open field. Among all the possible companions that can keep us from being lonely, I am most thankful for my semi furry friend I call my husband;)
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