The Plan To Rid Himself Of His Wife

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The Sunday Writing Prompt over at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie is Reasons for Admission. Write about one or more of the “afflictions” listed above that qualified for Admissions to a Women’s Insane Asylum, 1864-1889. Ignore the circled item. 

He knew he had to make his letter look good. He feared he would only have one chance to get rid of his wife. She no longer made HIM, her entire world. For his plan to work he would need to put on his thinking cap and delve into the latest list of reasons for institutionalizing women. Supposedly, there was science behind this list, unlike the first one. The prerequisites for admission were so drivel that barring an overly sympathetic registrar, he felt he was guaranteed success.

He needed to devise an opportunity to gather information for his letter. He promised his wife a relaxing day attending a festival that demonstrated how Ferris wheels were constructed. As they traveled around the exhibitions, looking at everything, he scrawled in his ledger. She was superstitious about carnival rides. At one point, he heard her express a religious opinion about G-d not wanting people to use these new-fangled rides. She knew chapter and verse about what was in the bible. She claimed this excursion was for him only and she found the entire day monotonous. How dare she not revel in what he enjoyed. She repeatedly complained that her mind was still focused on the upcoming wedding of their son. All these details were going to make his task an easy one to complete.

Upon returning home, he penned his letter to be given to the hospital. He was convinced that under the circumstances he was guaranteed they would have no option but to admit his wife of 20 years. He had no doubt, his wife met the standard of a woman who needed to be committed to an insane asylum.

Also written for:
MMA Word of the Day cap
MMA Word of the Day festival
Daily Spur work
Word of the Day science
Three Things Challenge AROUND FIRST WAS
FOWC monotonous
FOWC sympathetic
Daily Word Prompt delve
Daily Word Prompt drivel
Daily Word Prompt prerequisite
Three Things Challenge
TRAVEL   EVERYTHING
Three Things Challenge OPTION  STANDARD  CIRCUMSTANCES
Daily Word Challenge scrawl

 

 

 

Moving Forward After Retirement

Things have changed in oh so many ways since retiring a couple of years ago. The changes have not been slight, by any means. I figured there would be some adjustments, but I must admit there were more than expected.

Just months after my retirement began, I was diagnosed with a new medical disease. I had never even heard of it. I was shocked and disheartened believing that the rest of my life was going to be horrible. (I have always been a pro at catastrophic expectations.) I was convinced that my joy of retirement would be stifled by the new diagnosis The news hit me hard. I couldn’t figure out why any human needed to get another illness at this stage of the game. (Insert stopping my feet because of my perceived injustice.)

A dear friend helped me escape the pity party I was holding. She understood my angst. She had a family member who has the same disease. I was introduced to a variety of methods to help survive my new life. I realized that if I wanted to be well, I needed to take drastic measures to lower my pain levels. I began by cleaning out my kitchen to resist the temptation to eat foods I should no longer consume. I kept notes about what foods I was eating to try and make connections when my body flared. I discovered what my “safe” foods were. It was a process that still exists to this day.

Another wonderful friend insisted I look at what things I could do make my life bearable. She never used kid gloves when she spoke to me.  Her overture was to refocus my brain.  She told me recently that someone called her a velvet brick. It fits her. Because of her, I concentrated on lifestyle changes to help me live happier. When I spoke about my new life, I was reminded that I should be grateful. The new ailment was completely life altering, but thankfully not life ending.

I found myself returning to the place where I needed to focus on gratitude again. I had to let go of the smug future I had planned for myself. I had to replace my wants; with the reality I was dealing with. For example, I purchased a new-to-me car the month I retired. I planned on taking the grandkids on numerous trips.  Long distance traveling was not to be part of my future. With the help of some medical aides, I can take short rides. I am grateful that I can research what works for others to try new things. I had to keep reminding myself to do the best with what I had been dealt.

A couple of months after by body settling into my new normal, I was struck with shingles. Never have I known such pain. For numerous weeks I was in agony. As the saying goes, I would not wish that on my worst enemy. (For the record, I wouldn’t wish any ill on anybody at any time.)

My declining shingles pain levels just happened to coincide with the first lockdown of Covid. Bye bye medical pain, hello emotional anxiety. I must believe the universe is one giant prankster at times. This past year has been fraught with stress. Between worrying about the deaths and horrible consequences of Covid there were few days without shattered nerves. The world as we knew it, no longer exists.

I realized I needed to again focus on things that brought me joy. Every day that my body was willing, I pushed myself to complete more and more goals. Accomplishing tasks became an obsession of its own. The good news was that I cleaned, purged, redecorated, and changed multiple spaces in my house. The not-so-good-news was that I was still not living the retirement life I dreamed of.

Recently, I was challenged to NOT work on my yard for three days. I was spending too many hours outside. I was causing myself physical pain. I accepted the challenge. It was not easy on day one. My messy yard needed me to clean it. (Or so I thought.) I waited my three days. Then I decided to choose a task, complete it, and stop working. The reframe was beneficial in many ways.

Looooong story short, I am once again working on reframing my retirement. I am completing easy tasks that bring me joy. When I am outside, which is most days, I crank up the stereo and listen to hard rock music. It brings me joy to sing along in my off-key voice. I find joy spending my evenings reading and writing blogs.  I still haven’t returned to my ability to read novels yet. Covid has deprived me of that still. I am working toward more joys daily.

I am learning to spend only as much time as I want to on chores. In fact, many a day I do absolutely nothing at all. The only thing I must do every day is play with Annie. She brings joy each and every day of my life.

Written for these  prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (human, music), Word of the Day Challenge (hit) MMA Storytime (gloves), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (slight/figured/method/note), Your Daily Word Prompt (stifle/overture/coincide, prankster), Three Things Challenge (same, well, temptation, evening, replace, evening, smug) and The Daily Spur (game)

The Doomed Nuptials

Not another text message! I doubt this marriage will ever take place.

The soon to be MIL is doing her best to vilify the bride-to-be. She is spreading rumors faster than tRump tweets.

The bride is in tears because her parents gave her a shoestring budget and she tried her best to stay within its limits. She has spent more than double what was in the account and has no idea how she will pay for everything.

This latest development might just put a halt to the whole event. According to my text message, the groom is passed out in a hotel room in Vegas. There is a nasty storm brewing and it doesn’t look like he’ll make it back in time for the rehearsal dinner tonight.

If I keep this text a secret, I can make a bundle betting on the odds of the wedding never happening. 

Written for: Three things Challenge: marriage/string/development
FOWC: vilify
The Daily Spur: tears
Ragtag Daily Prompt: storm

 

 

 

The Not So Wonderful Vacation

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Oy vey, he did it again.
I hate to admit it, but my mashugana husband did it again.
He read some silly article about a free ski trip.
His pursuit of finding a great vacation spot was a total disaster.
My bubbe told him to take me away on a romantic holiday.
She thought we needed to add a little spark to our lives.
He tried, but didn’t read the fine print.
It stated we would have to endure a two-hour time share spiel.
He neglected to inform me that no one under the age of 15 was allowed entrance.
He assumed that if the kids were too tiny they might bounce off the chair lift.
You know what they say when you assume something.
That should have been his first clue that this deal was a sham.
I will concede that the exterior was pristine and beautiful.
But when we asked about amenities we realized there was bupkes.
I have made the unilateral decision, that I shall plan all future vacations.

Written for:
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/03/09/photo-challenge-357/  by NEKNEERAJ

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/03/08/free/ free

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/03/08/rdp-monday-pursuit/ pursuit

https://fivedotoh.com/2021/03/07/fowc-with-fandango-article/article

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2021/03/09/your-daily-word-prompt-pristine-ydwordprompt-march-9-2021/ pristine

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/03/09/three-things-challenge-532/  tiny ages bounce

FOWC with Fandango — Spark