April 3, 2017
I should have put aside what I was doing this morning and written this post. Ideas and thoughts swirled around in my head and I thought … I’ll remember. I’ll do it later.
Problem is … it’s later. And, I don’t remember.
I learned in college that I’m a one-time wonder. On my way to class one day, I pretty much wrote the best term paper of my life. It flowed out of me like some masterful manuscript of knowledge, understanding and Pulitzer-fabulousness. Problem was, it was only in my head and by the time I got to class – it was gone. Gone into some void in my brain. Sucked into some vacuum … some black hole where all good ideas and writings seemed to go if not captured by pen or keyboard immediately. The paper I ultimately turned in wasn’t half as good as the one in my head. Alas … the post was gone. Sucked into that void.
I have few days and nights when it’s just me and the two dogs … many nights (as of late) I have a human guest (airbnb – bed and breakfast) or a dog guest (dog bnb – bed and biscuit) or both … or I’m babysitting during the day or I’ve got some such other plans or errands or appointments that pull me in various directions – away from home, away from my office, away.
Today was no such day. I was home and it was blissful. Only the five of us … me, myself and I … and Clara and Gert. Easy peasy. I slept in. I read. I breathed in cedar in the sauna. I made myself a mochaccino with whipped cream and sprinkles using my new whale mug. And, it was SUNNY!
Now that in itself is something to celebrate. Maybe not where you are – but certainly for here in the NW! We were forecasted with “an immensely soggy” weekend/week and we are on Day 3 of sunshine. It’s cool and yes, we had a few odd spurts of hail … but for the most part it’s been sunny. I actually read on the chaise today – with sun streaming through my den window and it was fabulous! Warmth, sun … loveliness! If I were a cat, I would have purred like a maniac!
And before the yummy egg sandwich and the sauna and the leisurely email reading of the morning … I woke up in Africa. Those nanoseconds, hair-breadth’s of time, just before you are fully awake are so luscious to me because reality and dreams meld and mingle and I cannot discern which is which while lying snuggled in bed, Gert warm by my side … eyes not yet open. The chickens were heralding the sun-filled morning but from my dream-state they were exotic bird calls and I was in Africa. I woke up expecting to see giraffes in a savanna and now have a yearning to watch Green Card. (If you haven’t seen it, watch it – it’s lovely.) It made me want to speak French, own a greenhouse and go to Africa, for real.
As I was making breakfast, I was channeling Mr. Rogers … thinking it was a wonderful day in the neighborhood. And that made me wonder if any men still wear cardigan sweaters? Did they die out with the passing of Andy Williams and Perry Como (and said Mr. R.)? I’m curious!
My “baby” turned 32 yesterday. Of course, I did what any mother does when wishing their adult child a happy birthday – I burst into tears on the phone! Poor Ted! All the years of memories flooded my brain and washed over me and the tears bubbled out … memories of Ted and parties and Tim and the four of us and celebrations … where did those years go? I miss my kids … miss Tim … miss those times.
Today my daughter experienced the best and worst of people. As she left her driveway, she discovered someone backed into her car and dented her passenger door. A hit and run of sorts. Thanks moron! Who hits a car and leaves? It’s not like you don’t notice you just backed into a car!
Later today she was at FedEx, sending flowers to her boyfriend’s mom … the clerk was an older gentleman who took the time to explain her options – even though there was a line. The man behind Sam was a jerk … muttering (loudly enough for everyone to hear) about how she was taking her “sweet ass time deciding” and that he “was a gardener and those flowers would be dead by tomorrow and she was sending death” and other lovely sentiments. The clerk helped Sam make the best choice, said he’d pull some strings to get this package to Smalltown, IN by tomorrow morning and with that – she burst into tears. The clerk came around and gave her a hug and told the guy behind her to “be cool”. Humankind’s best and worst.
So, with these things on my mind and another mochaccino waiting for me, I bid you good night … and hope that your dreams are lovely and that you experience only the good of people when you wake tomorrow – perhaps in Africa.