*Clinkety Clink* (That's a few cubes bathing in my glass)
I thought about so many things today that would make for great fodder. But as life has it and my lack of Omega 3’s, I surmise, I don’t remember what they were.
I’m eating cold macaroni and cheese. Annie’s is the brand, and rice is the pasta. I don’t use milk. I use enough butter to coat the pasta so that it’s super buttery. It really doesn’t translate cold though. Now I know what my daughter has to eat a couple of times a week for lunch. She loves mostly all meals cold. I happen to agree with her when it comes to day old pasta with sauce….tortellini, spaghetti, any pasta with sauce (only not mac & cheese) is all great off a fork for random bites during the day.
We’re hoping for snow tonight. I actually swore off snow after the great Relationship Destroying Storm of October 2011. That one was so much fun for about 10 hours. The ensuing five or so days without power or heat was much less comedic and more or less ran along the lines of hostile. But tonight I am simply hoping that school is cancelled tomorrow. I used to bounce out of bed in the early morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed – annoying to many – especially after a good party the night before. Now I wish to not have to leave my bed before 8am. I wish it, but damned civilization has it’s time schedules.
I’ve become quite lazy in certain respects in the last year or so. I did work out tonight. Hula hooped while watching Suburgatory, which I believe counts. But I admit, I did not shower. I don’t want to wash my hair every day. And our shower set up would serve as a great prank for someone large and out of patience. I’m neither but still. There are somehow two shower heads and water trickles out of one with enough pressure to show wetness on your skin, while the other is hand held…the one that you really want to use. That one has no place to put it down however, so it can hang by it’s hose and spray all over the place or else you can McGuyver it into a steady position by using the shampoo rack.
So no. My hair is not clean. Not by American standards, anyway. I’ll take What is Not Washing The Protective Oils Out Constantly for $500 and no split ends, Alex.
On my way to and from work when I go into the office I pass a lake that is beautiful in every season. It’s pretty small as far as lakes go. It is the home of three swans. I’ve been watching them for a few seasons. There are the parents and then one “baby”, who is now the size of the parents, probably a teen, who is still gray. Whenever I pass the lake, I have to locate them before passing the lake entirely or else I feel weird. I wonder how many others track these swans on a daily basis as well. The lake finally froze over last weekend and when I’d passed them last it appeared that they were fine, sitting on top of the ice, but I couldn’t say for sure if they were on top of it or if they were frozen into it. So I obsessed about it over the weekend and started googling whether or not swans can freeze themselves into water. I’d always automatically thought that wildlife had this information down pat in their DNA, like figuring out how to procreate. But apparently I did find an article online about approximately 100 swans being frozen into a lake, needing human intervention. So I upped the ante on the worry fest. I was happy to note though that the swans are indeed fine. They bring me a lot of joy when I see them to and fro.
I did a little reading tonight, Sanaya Roman and Orin, “Living with Joy”. I read this book when I was about 22 or 23 and it was the second book to have a profound effect on me, the first being Fit for Life by Marilyn (and so and so) Diamond (can’t remember her hubby’s name). I bought the 25th anniversary book of “Living with Joy” and wondered how it would feel to read it now. All these years later after so many relationships and highs, let downs, lessons and tip of the iceberg wisdom. Would it move me at all? I don’t know yet but one of my goals for this year is to exactly live with joy. I want that shite as a blanket! A sound system! An incense that fills the room! A drink! I want the oil that keeps my mind cranking out thoughts to be joy joy joy!
But I’ve discovered one block to joy. Your kid’s homework. Buzzkill! Working on that one.
I have joy today – my Christmas tree is up and lit still (I love little white lights), I enjoy my ride to work listening to music, seeing the (not Bella) swan family, talking to my guinea pigs, falling in love with trees – so majestic and powerful – and laughing at the banter of co-workers. A job! I have a job and it is the backbone of being able to live as I do. I have a mate who loves me and gorgeous daughters. And as much as I hate being the center of attention in any room, I took a hit today for my grandson, who’s picture was being marveled at. He is a Leo after all, so he would like this someday. I am a Scorpio who enjoys being appreciated, but more quietly than perhaps a Leo. Appreciate me enough to my face and rampant behind my back.
I may turn off the classical station that I have now but I’m not sure. I may just want to get a single of bourbon, leave on the music and sleepily read more about Joy.
