Life sometimes grabs you by surprise, and when you least expect it, just when things are rolling nicely along. a moon pops up just as you are jumping for joy. Today was that kind of day. I am a bewildered cow today, just hanging on, waiting for the recuperating weekend. I have taken to bribing myself with special evening and weekend rewards-just for making it through the rest of life, you know, the driving in traffic, working, managing a house and finances, not to mention the extreme amount of maintenance it takes to keep up appearances. My reward preferences are:
*A lingering visit to the gym that includes not only the mandatory walking and lovely yoga, but a special sauna and nice long, on someone else’s dime, shower complete with Kiehl’s soap and shampoo.
*A facial, anytime, anywhere.
*A massage, ditto.
*A pedicure (OK, I guess it is obvious I want to be pampered)!
*A walk on the path between Will Rogers Beach and the Santa Monica Pier (I am saving up for a cool cruiser bike)! Advice anyone? Best brand, best seat, gears or no gears-I’d like to take it to Mammoth to cruise around this summer too.
*Sitting in the movies with my hubby, escaping into an adventure, another place or another person’s life.
*Reading a good book.
*Writing while sitting on my worn green sofa with the holiday lights that frame my window casting a soft glow.
*Dozing on the above mentioned sofa with my darling dog, Charlie (he is the reason the sofa is worn and we have given up getting him to stay off the sofa) who is spoiled beyond belief, but also very helpful in helping me achieve my 10,000 steps as his favorite reward is to have me get up and walk over to the sliding door to let him in and out every 5 minutes.
So, the mug in the photo, with the bewildered cow, belonged to my mother. She often encountered the surprises of life, and rewarded herself with a cup of coffee and the chance to read anything and everything. I miss her, and the talks we had in the afternoon when I got home from work. She was an ever-present ear to my venting and even if she tired of hearing me vent, she never made me stop until I was finished. I miss that unconditional love, unending companionship and understanding. I still talk to her, but the part I miss the most, is the advice and answers she held for me. Sometimes, the answers to my ponderings are whispered to me by a little voice I can only assume is hers. When your DNA is entwined with that of another, it is inevitable that the connection is permanent.
3 responses to “Nothing is ever simple.”
What a lovely post. The bit about Charlie made me laugh, and the bit about Mama touched my heart. xo
I have a bike you can use! Nice post…hang in there cow!