This picture was taken a couple of days ago when the sun was shining, the sky was a beautiful blue filled with fluffy clouds, and I thought W would like to see what the neighbors new fence looks like. For which we owe him half of whatever it cost. W is off to his island again for most of the summer, sending me texts and drinking rum. And fishing. Let’s not forget all that fishing.
Today the sun is shining somewhere else. The sky is a thick grey blanket. It’s spitting rain. It’s Monday. I have to go to work. Talk about your double-double whammy. For now I don’t have Mondays off anymore. My schedule has always been at the whim of circumstance and a boss who schedules our lives like it’s some kind of random crap shoot. Sundays, Thursdays and Fridays are now my days off. Now that I’ve put that in writing it’s likely to change completely before the month is over.
Do you ever feel like the only reason you can live through something is because you know it will eventually end? That it won’t last forever? Must be the gloomy day talking. I have about a hundred and thirteen days to go before retirement. Give or take ninety if I decide to work until my license expires on December 31st. I am old and tired and would like to have EVERY day of the week off. I read three posts the other day by three different bloggers who all used the tag ‘aging’. It’s nice to know I’m not alone in my feelings about this process. I don’t like knowing there are things I just can’t do anymore. I thought I would age gracefully but often I’m just cranky and sad about it all.
So it’s time to bring Jazzy back and live vicariously through her eternal optimism and snark. Maybe some of it will rub off on me. Yes, I’m being completely weird because she can’t say anything if I don’t make her say it. Poor thing. I love this thing going around Facebook where people do 100 days of Happiness and write some happy thing every day. What a great way to be grateful and recognize the good things in your life.
Stay tuned for “Jazzy Does Happiness” from whenever I start until the day I kiss work goodbye. It’s looking like the end of September. I can stay happy until then or die trying. God, I hope I don’t die trying.
This is one of the views from where I’m sitting right now on our last day of four in Mykonos. What an incredible place. I’m going to try to bring some of this sunshine home with me. They seem to have plenty to go around. It’s our first truly lazing around doing nothing day, so I’ll get back at it.
“She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing “yes” in the sky.” (Monique Duval)
This lover sincerely thanks all the mad men, wise men and lucid poets of the world for their various talents and areas of expertise.
From a procrastination point of view, these last couple of days have been wildly successful. I can’t think of one thing I’ve accomplished that’s worth talking about. My house has been cleaned, but I didn’t contribute to that except for writing a cheque. W has arrived back home after closing up and winterizing everything on the island. Notice how I left well before any of that had to be done.
Although it’s been only a couple of days, I am sadly missing a former co-worker who was a ray of sunshine in an otherwise often dull and cloudy workplace. Maybe I’ll start marking big X’s on my calendar to count off the days I have left. You know how prisoners keep track of their confinement time.
Or I could snap out of this lethargic state. There’s an idea. Already W is wanting his grocery and to-do lists and I had forgotten how nice it is to have someone else around to do all that tedious stuff. It’s crisp and cold outside and therefore time to start burning some candles inside and basking in their warm glow. The flames make a nice sparkly reflection on a wine glass. I’m going to add “case of red wine” to the grocery list and see what happens.
And one day soon all these bazillions of books I’ve been reading could stand some one-sentence reviews. Man my life is hard. I don’t know how I keep up.
Anyway, Cheers everybody! Let’s all be lovers, and have a fantastic weekend.
Is it possible to be nostalgic for a time you barely even remember? Warm sand between my toes, the cry of the gulls, the sound of the waves, digging a water filled hole to China. There are some things that stay with you forever.
under sunshine hats
giggles and shrieks
scooping up crayfish in a minnow net
plastic shovels in bright yellow pails
tiny bare feet making sweet love letters
pressed in the summer sand
Trifecta Challenge: Describe summer in your own words. Thirty-three of them exactly, of course.