It’s been rainy and dreary all day. I’m loving The Polar Vortex in July.
I did nothing today. I would say “absolutely nothing” except I installed a new roll of paper towel in the kitchen.
But not today. I have been the very definition of a couch potato. I read a little. I slept a little. I stalked folks on Facebook. I danced with the dog. I ate comfort food (and didn’t clean the kitchen). I drank two pots of coffee. I have been worthless.
I think there’s something to be said for taking a day off now and again. My life has been such that there’s been no end of things needing to be done for decades. Periodically, I do sit around and do nothing, but I feel antsy and guilty and jittery about it. Not today.
Today I wallowed in my inertia. Savored it. Provided a background of Mozart and a scented coconut candle to enhance it. I’m still in my pajamas at a quarter to eight. I haven’t brushed my hair or made the bed. I have done nothing save unwrap a roll of paper towel and hang it on the wall.
My body is pulsing with endorphins of goodness. I am blissfully happy with my no good self. I hope your Saturday was just as rewarding.
My son lives in Atlanta and, as a chef, works crazy hours including weekends and holidays. I don’t get to see him often and, when I do, it’s usually just a brief visit. A whole week was a gift.
I’m fond of saying to expectant parents that no one ever tells you how much fun kids are. And, hoo boy, young souls make my soul sing. But I’m learning that there’s a lot of fun and satisfaction in older children. My son is very much an adult and living a self-actualized life. He’s intelligent, articulate and has a wicked good sense of humor. I enjoy talking to him. I enjoy sitting in companionable silence with him. I enjoy watching him play with his dogs.
He cooks for me, sometimes, when he comes home. This time I bought a filled-to-the-brim grocery cart of quick and easy stuff so he wouldn’t have to cook, but he chose to anyway. We had a quite marvelous Ricotta Gnocchi Bolognese that was so good we ate it for 3 days without tiring of it. I said, as I often say when Chef Boy ‘R Mine cooks, that it was the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth. And it was.
After the first round of Gnocchi Bolognese when I was still high on the endorphins of good food, I had no sooner settled into a glass of after-dinner wine when he announced he was going to go wax my car. I wondered aloud if I was dying and no one had told me. He had cooked and done most of the cleaning up and was still willing to spend 4 ½ hours waxing my car.
At night, by lamplight, he waxed my car. Not just waxed it, but washed it, clayed it, compounded it, did this and did that and then something else. This was not just a wax job, but the kind of attention a car gets with a $400 detailing job.
When I walk to my car, I see a sparkle and shine that reminds me that I have a son who loves me and is willing to spend his vacation days with me. Adult children, I’m finding, are a great joy. Life is good.
It’s Sunday evening after a 3-day weekend. I’m so pleased with myself. I had an agenda for the weekend and I ticked off most of my items. Since my agendas are usually very ambitious, most is a good thing. My baby boy is coming home to visit on Tuesday and I’ve been a whirligirl of activity getting ready for him. Well, no, not really. But I got a lot done.
My method, this time, was frenetic bursts of activity punctuated by long periods of rest and relaxation. This puttering method worked out well. I’m pleased with all that has been accomplished and at peace with what still needs to b e done.
I celebrated myself and my accomplishments by drinking wine and watching candle flames flicker. Try as I might, I can’t get the camera to capture what I see as I sit on the couch and survey the coffee table/altar.
There’s a train off in the distance that sounds mournful, but which makes me feel snug and safe. It’s been a good weekend to be me.
Remember Glamour Shots? Yes, I succumbed to the nonsense. On a blistering hot summer day, my mother and I went to the JC Penney’s and got all gussied up. There was a ton of makeup involved not to mention the wardrobe of bustiers and boas. It really was a lot of fun.
I decided early on that this was going to be my obituary picture. I think it suits me. I’m not in any hurry to die, but it’s good to have plans!
So, this is my Throwback Thursday offering. I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I did the outing with my mother.