At first the solitude is a novelty. But after days of sequestering in place, The isolation becomes wearisome. After years of widowhood I should be Used to living alone, but I look forward to Grace Group here on Monday nights and Having friends over for coffee. And I'm tired of looking like a slob. Today I decided to take action. I dressed up in church clothes like I Used to do on Sunday mornings. I applied makeup and curled my Hair. I found earrings to match my red Sweater. I watched our church service online, Singing heartily along with the songs, And taking notes as Pastor Zack preached A profound message. Afterwards, I prepared to eat in my Dining room rather than at the Island in my small kitchen. I arranged the table with Jack's Place mats and napkins along with The green dinnerware he once owned. I lit candles. I purposely ate my spaghetti and Meatballs slowly with soft music playing In the background. It was fine dining indeed. And it was worth the effort. I'm glad I fixed myself up and set The table for company, even though It was just my own. |