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One of these days I’ll start catching up, I swear. Just not today. Or tomorrow.
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Magical Thinking Inspirations: Radio Dial Version
I played this game on the ride home from work last night with the radio…it was one of those days and I had a heavy mind filled with goop.
The first song to play? Very telling. One of my favorites.
And then in true magical thinking fashion, the very next song?
No. I shall NOT divulge what I was thinking, but I think it’s pretty obvious that the magical thinking radio universe knew EXACTLY what to tell me.
My two favourite times of the day…
Tis the Simple Things. What’s YOUR favorite part of the day?
1. Getting home from work. He Who Makes Me Smile almost always greets me at the door along with Henri…and then shortly followed by our four cats.
2. Snuggling into bed next to He Who Makes Me Smile and resting my head in the nook of his shoulder. Also, with Henri, Tubby and Simba Cat shortly cuddling as well.
Weekend
I live for the weekend.
Simple, happy weekend.
This morning I made a casserole of comfort. Out of Tots.
And a mimosa (or two.)
Tubby Cat of He Who Makes Me Smile got a little nip…
And He Who Makes Me Smile started seedlings for the garden by the windowsill.
Tis the simple things.
Escape! (Nothing to do with Pina Coladas)
Last week was a busy, stressful, emotional, exhausting, frustrating, eye-opening week. Friday ended badly. I made myself physically sick with upset. He Who Makes Me Smile fetched me from the city, listened to me vent the entire car ride to the country and then took care of me for the rest of the night. I was seriously not myself. I didn’t want to talk, I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to eat. Ugh. My dearest reminded me to breathe, took away my cell phone which rarely gets reception anyhow out at his place and put in a mindless movie (Strange Brew, eh?) and we cuddled on the couch and I went to bed early. At one point while I was NOT sleeping—He Who Makes Me Smile (in his sleep) told me “stop thinking, relax.” Yeah, I realize how special he is for taking care of me…I’m blessed.
Saturday—I realized life is WAY TOO SHORT to make oneself so unhappy. He Who Makes Me Smile had an early morning meeting and I stayed around the house and shifted out of my mood from the night before. The two of us had lunch at “Mom’s Restaurant” in Niagara Falls and ran a few errands. We came home and I roasted a chicken for dinner, made scalloped potatoes with bacon and green/yellow beans with almonds.
Yum. I also made up a dish of cinnamon raisin stuffed french bread with pecans for breakfast. (Could have been dessert!)
Yesterday, I came to the realization that being with He Who Makes Me Smile at his place in the country—makes me feel the most content, relaxed and happy that I’ve been in a very, very long time. And I think you all know, I’m pretty happy in general with my life. I love my apartment, my community, my friends…and yet, I’m even MORE content? How is that possible?
A few weeks back He Who Makes Me Smile said “I like it when you’re out here with me where I know you’re getting sleep, relaxed, well-fed and taken care of…” Made my heart melt. I’m not quite used to the attention. And yet, it isn’t even attention really…it’s just the feeling of being loved and safe and at home with another person.
Happy sigh.
Sunday is the day I look forward to and equally loathe. Relaxing time with my sweetie countered with the thought that I have to go home and start the week all over again. Boo. He Who Makes Me Smile works from 1-9 pm so we don’t really get to see each other during the week anymore, so the weekends are even more important to me now.
I hate it when the weekend is over.
But now, I look forward to Friday even more…
Life
“Aunt Jenny must learn to be patient.”
I’m soooooooooooooo not a fan of being in limbo.
I have a new apartment that I will have the keys to on June 7th.
Until that day? I’m in limbo. Mostly boxed but for essentials. Waiting…
And the waiting is the hardest part.
Although I originally talked myself out of the apartment I now will be living in because the kitchen is teeny tiny. I’ve have a real sense of déjà vu with this place. As if I’ve lived there before. Sure, sure a lot of the apartments in Buffalo look alike, but I found myself placing my furniture in this apartment as I was falling asleep the night I looked at it. Strange, but comforting feeling.
I just want to be there now.
And I have 3 more weeks to wait.
Today.
Today…
I woke up late. (Again.)
I walked to work, late. (Which was fine since I was at work until 9pm last night.)
I wore my brand new hippie long white skirt to work…and proceeded to dribble coffee on it within a matter of minutes.
At 4pm I almost fell asleep at my desk despite drinking approximately an entire pot of coffee (something must have been in the air this afternoon.)
And at the end of the day as I FINALLY made it home I stepped on the lace trim on the bottom of the lovely skirt, which ripped of course AND caused me to trip going up the stairs.
I promptly took a three-hour nap after photographing my skirt.
