Just ‘cause couplehood ain’t for me doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with me. Well okay, there’s a lot wrong with me, but my preference to live alone is simply that- my choice. Seriously, I have a deep amount of respect for two people who can happily cohabitate. And just because I don’t want to do it doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with the idea. Let’s face it, we’re not all the same. Some people would never want to jump out of an airplane, even wearing a parachute, or climb Mt. Everest, or sail across an ocean on a small sailboat. And yes, life is sometimes easier with two people, especially when it’s time to reef the sails after the wind and waves have risen alarmingly. And have you ever tried through-bolting a toe rail back on a boat alone?
Friends are a good thing to have, and I’m blessed to have them in abundance. This one in particular:
I’m sticking to my opinion that having a dog is better in every way than having a man underfoot. Ever tried to get a man to do anything? The dog almost always listens and does what I ask.
So pardon me, but the sun is rising, the temp is way above freezing, the snow has melted, I’m feeling better, and am taking my best friend for a walk in the woods before work. Try to get a guy to do that, or anything at all, first thing in the morning!
