Thanks to realityinprogress for inspiring Jazzy to wander outside today and try something new.
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Is it so small a thing
To have enjoyed the sun
To have lived light in the spring
To have loved, to have thought, to have done.
( Matthew Arnold)
Yesterday was a bright sunshiny day. It was also day 5 of a 6 day work week for me, and about -17 Celsius with a brisk wind. I looked outside in the morning and said EFF THIS, or words to that effect. This is March for the love of all that’s holy, not January. It wouldn’t have been so disappointing to get all this snow if we hadn’t been seeing bare roads and snowless walkways and little tiny hints of spring. Now they’ve disappeared again.
I know I should not be saying bad words, not only because they don’t sound very nice, but also because they have no power to change the weather.
I will blame being tired of working, and maybe also the fact that muttering ‘oh dearie me’ like a proper grandmother just doesn’t cut it sometimes.
So for future reference, I have strung a few Eff words together and tried them out for effect:
Efface yourself you effete efficacious effigy of effusive effluvium!
Nope, it doesn’t make any sense, but neither does the real F word in about 99% of the ways in which it gets used.
So if I can just remember to repeat that little sentence with a lot of feeling, maybe kicking something at the same time, and without having my top front teeth go through my bottom lip, somehow I think the situation will seem ever so much better. And as an extra bonus, I won’t have to be so careful about what comes out of my mouth when there are small children about.
I want to wear my effing effusively fun spring coat. Really, is that too much to ask for the middle of March for crying out loud? I promise I will be in a better mood once I’ve had a couple of effectual days off. But right now, if it’s spring where you are, I effortlessly don’t like you very much.
Our backyard mountain of snow is melting. Sort of how a glacier melts or recedes, taking about 40 years. Or so it seems. But look at that lovely sunshine at the top of the mountain! And those patches of blue sky! And, ummm…. that’s maybe all the positive things I can think of to say about our February backyard. Except that it’s no longer a January backyard.
The real purpose of these pictures is to prove that I actually left my house and ventured outside for five minutes longer than normal on my way to the car and work. I didn’t want to tempt fate by breathing in that winter air any longer than that, just in case it’s toxic, like everything else about winter seems to be for me. I like it just fine from the inside looking out where I’m much less likely to slip on the ice and break important bones.
The green grass of spring is coming – I can feel it in all my important unbroken bones.
Today I’ve been inspired by Far Away in the Sunshine to fill in some blanks in a soul-searching exercise. I did something like this before in Complete This Thought about six months ago, but the prompts for this one are a little different, so I’ll see if I am different now as well, or if I’m simply remaining stubbornly the same.
Here is what you can copy and paste to do your own soul-searching. I hope you will take this little challenge and reveal yourself to the world. The more we know about each other the more there is to love, right? Well, I hope that’s how it works.I am
I am always
I can usually be found
I am scared
I am happy
I am a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother, a grandma and a child of the universe.
I know a little bit about love.
I want the people around me to be happy and unafraid.
I think entirely too much about inconsequential things and not enough about what’s really important, and there are days when I really can’t figure out which is which.
I have everything I need. And then some.
I dislike all this clutter, but I don’t know where to start to make it disappear. Come on over and help me out with that.
I miss my mom.
I fear poor health and pain and tragic accidents.
I feel blessed.
I hear voices in my head. No, I don’t. It’s just me pretending to be voices in my head.
I smell a little off. No shower yet today. I’ll get around to that shortly.
I crave inner peace. Perhaps a shower would help.
I search for more and more things that I’ve misplaced as the years progress.
I wonder why I thought a cupboard shelf was a good place to set down my phone.
I regret nothing major in this charmed life because look where it has taken me.
I love my family.
I care what happens to them.
I am always reading.
I worry that my eyesight will fail before I’ve read everything there is to read.
I remember when that happened to my mom and how audio books saved her.
I sing in a grandmas weakened voice, off-key and scratchy, but with joy in my heart.
I argue about the dumbest things.
I write because writing is as vital to me as breathing. I write on everything, everywhere. I write in my head.
I lose track of time.
I wish there could be an end to all the fighting.
I listen with my ears but I try to hear with my heart.
I can usually be found reading, writing, and never even remotely involved in anything to do with arithmetic.
I am scared of losing the people I love.
I need peace and quiet and a good book. And the occasional glass of red wine.
I forget the bad things as fast as I can. That way there’s more room for remembering all the good stuff.
I am happy to be alive.
Long ago my mother had a camera without a flash. She was always moving people into the bright sunshine to snap a picture. There is nothing on my brothers face here except a big dollop of extremely bright light. Some spots are over exposed and some are left in the shadows.
Mom always told me I was a very content and happy baby. I liked to eat and sleep and laugh. Not much has changed, really. But this picture is proof that even the happiest baby can raise a little hell. Man, what a face.
Day two of a serious yellow high.
Would you like something to drink? the waiter asks me, and I reply, Yes, please, I’ll have whatever cocktail you’ve got that’s yellow. I’ve never said that in real life, but I’m working up the nerve to do it.
My niece, when she was four years old, asked a waiter for a pink drink. I think adults should be able to order their beverages in the same way.
Yellow Submarine should be easy enough: vodka, white rum, banana liqueur, in a cocktail shaker with ice. But is it truly yellow?
Yellow Fever sounds more promising color-wise: vodka, Galliano, pineapple juice, lemon juice, ice.
There’s also a Yellow Bird: rum, Galliano, banana liqueur, orange juice, pineapple juice. Notice how I’m leaving the exact amounts of each ingredient to your own discretion and imagination. I would never try to discourage creativity.
Those concoctions remind me of a Harvey Wallbanger, a drink I used to order all the time. I can’t remember why I stopped. It’s vodka, Galliano and orange juice. Maybe I thought all that orange juice was good for me, and then later decided that asking for a wallbanger didn’t sound very classy. After a couple of Harvey Wallbangers, nothing makes sense.
Doesn’t all this make you want to run out and purchase a lot of bright yellow ingredients? Mix them all together with crushed ice, pour them into a chilled glass and garnish them with slices of lemon and banana and orange? Pop in a straw and a colorful little umbrella? Put on your shades and sit in a lawn chair and soak up the sunshine? Would you like me to join you?
Unfortunately, I have to go to work. I know being bored is a sin, but yesterday I got sucked in by it and swallowed whole and there was nothing I could wrap my mind around to stop the crushing numbness. Working in a retail setting can do that to you even on a good day.
Today promises to be more of the same because so many people have decided they don’t feel like shopping and would much rather sit in their back yards sipping gin. But day dreaming about yellow cocktails might save me. It’s worth a try.
I’ll give it my best shot.
There’s a summer place
Where it may rain or storm
Yet I’m safe and warm
For within that summer place
Your arms reach out to me
And my heart is free from all care For it knows
There are no gloomy skies When seen through the eyes
Of those who are blessed with love
And the sweet secret of A summer place
Is that it’s anywhere When two people share
All their hopes , All their dreams ,All their love.
There’s a summer place
Where it may rain or storm
Yet I’m safe and warm
In your arms, in your arms, In your arms.
If that doesn’t put you seriously in the mood for summer I don’t know what will. We’ve spent a lazy day doing not much of anything except enjoying the sunshine. Work can wait until tomorrow.