I notice lately that I am becoming an old woman. I don't mean that in some dreadful way of : OMG I'm getting old!!!! (Though I do notice the wrinkles in my face much more this past year than any other)
I mean that I am figuring out what I like; what I enjoy. Strange that they are such simple things. I don't know why but I've always had the impression that my everyday life had to be filled with a lot of money for contentment.
Don't get me wrong. I like money. I like to spend money (sometimes). But truly, I am finding that I like teaching B how to count after lightening when waiting for thunder. I like playing in the rain. I like dancing. I like listening to particular music. I like spearmint tea sweetened with stevia. I like spring thunderstorms, and the smell of the fresh air that they bring. I like ee cummings. I like sitting in my favorite chair with my cats no less than three feet away, and usually one of them curled up in my lap, and vegging. I like unexpected days off with Mike. I like looking at crochet patterns. I like my hair long and curly. I like hot baths and soap. I like trial size bottles.... yes, it's a strange thing, but I've even got trial size salt and pepper grinders. It's like the little bottles call to me....
Anyhow.
I'm realizing that being at ease has only part to do with security. Security is much more related to self than to money.
It's like I'm figuring myself out just when I thought I had a handle on myself.
Following the same line of thinking, I'm discovering what the little old lady in me does not like.
I don't like racism, laziness, intolerance, insensitivity, selfishness, and rudeness.
And if you are going to the grocery store, can you please not take up the whole fucking aisle if you are stopping to look at something. Gets my knickers all in a twist. And if you are going to the movie, leave your infant with a babysitter. I know that some people might get pissed, but dammit, I pay almost ten fucking dollars to watch the movie in surround sound that doesn't include someone continuously pacifying their child right during the part of the movie that everyone is talking all hushed.
On that note, movie theatres shouldn't allow anyone under the age of 18 into a movie by themselves. Tough that everyone has to suffer at the hands of a select few, but really, I've been to so many movies (and it's getting worse) where a group of teenagers were putting on their own obnoxious show.
See above for grumpy old lady in the making.
Easter was nice. I tried to go into the day with no expectations other than getting my laundry done. Mike and I decided that we would rather go to the buffet than to cook a dinner at home. Several hours of preparation, and then clean up. No thank you. Waiting in line for 30 minutes. Well worth it.
Tomorrow, I go swimming. Every now and then I like to go to the club and try to exhaust myself. Swim until I am weak and can only manage to walk to the car and drive my ass home and get in bed and take a long nap with a fan.
There's a thunderstorm. I'm turing off U2 and grabbing my big ass book of ee cummings and cuppa tea.