Things I learned to appreciate later in life:
– sour cream
– Mexican food of all kinds. Now consider that I spent my formative years in Texas and only discovered Mexican food after I moved away from it. Awwwww, so sad.
– a sponge to wash the dishes. I still prefer a brush for most things, but The Fella introduced me to dishwashing with sponges and I have to admit, they’re better for some items.
– flip flops. I was a Dr. Scholl’s kid all the way.
– Matt Damon. I only started reeeeeally appreciating him during the first act of The Informant!.
– Barkeepers Friend. Boy howdy, everyone who told me this stuff was miraculously perfect? They were understating it.
– the gust of wind that sometimes blows, puffing out the curtains and stirring the air, in the seconds before the rainfall starts.
– making a balanced, delicious dinner seemingly out of nothing when the cupboard seems bare.
– when the season changes from sandals to boots, or vice versa. (But honestly, mostly sandals-to-boots.)
– cocktail glasses.
– wooden matches, the bigger the better.
– the heel off a loaf of homemade bread, still warm from the oven.
– the mute button.
– ginger jam.
Today, I had a disappointment. It was big. And I’m okay with that.
Here’s why: I know that true disappointment, deep disappointment, means I’ve identified a goal and tried my darnedest to achieve it. Not getting it is almost beside the point: trying is the point. Failure means I’m trying, really trying, to achieve goals, even if they might be out of my reach.
So, what can I fail at next? I’m compiling quite a list of possibilities over here, things to aim at and — maybe, just maybe — fail.
Let’s see: I got our always-problematic TimeWarner account corrected & reset (and got the direct number for the very helpful local supervisor dedicated to fixing any future difficulties), made a cogent argument against portraying the small benefits available to women within a marginalizing sexist system as unearned privilege, danced for 10 minutes (the first 3.33 minutes of music embedded for your convenience), formed a small personal philosophy for sweetening my inevitable dealing with sour people, and cleaned the kitchen.
Not bad for a Saturday in pajamas.
I’m 12 days into the abundance project, in which I empty out our clutter, give away what’s more useful in other hands, throw away what’s not useful to anyone, and appreciate the things that I keep. Continue reading
-clementines. I love how easy they are to peel, how tiny they are, how each segment is just the right size to pop into my mouth.
– spinning kids around: grabbing a child by the wrists and twirl twirl twirl, that little face beaming and giggling up at you, until you both get wobbly-legged and dizzy. Yesterday I spun the smallest child at a family picnic; by the time I set him down, all the rest had lined up for a turn. When you spin more than a few children in a row, you can feel it the next day in your shoulders, arms, and back. It occurs to me that I would get more than enough exercise every day if I could just spin children for 30 minutes or so, including the breaks so I don’t whoops.
– clear wine bottles. I soak the bottle in cold water so the glue softens, the label peels off, and I can easily scrub the glass clean with a sponge. Wash well inside and out. I use clear bottles to store grains, to fill with fruit-infused liqueurs, or to serve chilled water.
Things I slept through this morning, according to The Fella:
– yardwork and a leafblower just under our bedroom window
– someone yelling at those workers to SHUT UP
– children yelling and playing
– a loud and long alarm in the building next door
Things I slept through in my dream:
– my dream-self peeing (which normally snaps me right out of a dream)
– Zooey Deschanel dropping off a yardful of rambunctious children at my quiet and sedate daycare
– someone yelling at Zooey Deschanel’s noisy brats to SHUT UP
– a loud and long alarm in the building where my dream took place
– being Lily Tomlin