In my case, it means suddenly doing things I've not done with any regularity (if at all) in the past 30+ years.
Things he was better at than I, things he enjoyed doing (grocery shopping, for instance) that I loathed.
And it also means being less selfish, being more other-directed. A novel concept for me.
I am getting better at it. Step by small step. One task at a time.
My big achievements this past week? Cooking meals.
In a previous life I cooked a lot. Was decent at it. Until I married someone who managed restaurants and loved to cook. It became easy to take a back seat. Good food magically appeared.
Poor guy. Now I'm in charge of grocery shopping, food prep, and cleanup.
I call him from the grocery store. "Where's the pesto we like?" Or "I can't find Hunt's canned tomatoes. Is Signature brand okay?"
And he knows. And I learn.
So here are the ingredients I prepped for a quiche last week. (Broccoli, onions, zucchini, multicolored new potatoes, mushrooms, etc.) And he allegedly liked it. A few too many veggies for his taste, but there's a new sheriff in town (me), and these things are gonna happen!
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