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HERMITHOOD: THE GOOD, THE BAD, THE UGLY
15 September 2009
I was sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch and feeling the effects of the heat. I had earlier gone out to the store, and so had taken off my shorts and put on long pants, which I was still wearing as I sat down to eat. I was alone in the house and considered just taking off the pants and finishing my dinner in my underwear. But thoughts of my father stopped me.
My father died in 1987. As he predicted years before, he died about three days before he was found by a neighbor. He had apparently been eating a piece of watermelon. It was a hot day and he had been sitting at the kitchen table (the same table at which I was sitting, as a matter of fact), and was stark naked, except for one sock. (His death was not a tragic one of the family, so the joke has always been that we aren't sure exactly which appendage was wearing the sock!)
For one brief moment, I understood his state of dishabille. He had lived alone for many years after his divorce from my mother, and especially in his last couple of years, when he had driven all of his family and friends away and his dogs died. He had become a hermit, complete with a sign on the front door telling people to go away unless he had invited them to visit.
Walt and Phil left San Rafael the morning after my mother's party and drove across the country, arriving in Boston on Friday, the day before Phil and Jeri were to go to a wedding. Walt is spending a few days in Boston before flying home later this week, so I am a hermit this week.
In truth, I rather like having the house all to myself (something that I used to have all the time before Walt retired--and have now again, now that he has gone back to work part time). But I got to thinking about the state of "hermit-hood" and realized that there are good things, bad things, and ugly things. These probably mostly apply to people who are recently hermited and whose state of hermithood is fairly limited. I suspect that the longer you live by yourself, the more these things sort themselves out.
It will be good to have Walt home again.
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