Got to the lunch restaurant earlier than my friend, so I had some time to sit and watch people go in and out, in and out.
My overall impression: probably 80% of them needed to
1. Shower
2. Wash their hair
3. At least put on some cleaner clothes.
Is there a soap shortage that I don't know about?
Food
So, lunch out today. Took our son and daughter-in-law to dinner for her birthday, and lunch out tomorrow. I remember when meals out were a real treat. They really still are (anytime I don't have to cook) but it's so much food.
Iggy's, Cheesecake Factory, Black Bear Grill.....at least it's not the very same food at each place. And my Cuban sandwich tonight was so very fabulous. It's just so much food.
I don't think I want to eat for a week. Too much food.
(Sunrise on the trail was stupendous this morning. Even the weather cooperated for me to get out and enjoy my favorite time of day.)
Iggy's, Cheesecake Factory, Black Bear Grill.....at least it's not the very same food at each place. And my Cuban sandwich tonight was so very fabulous. It's just so much food.
I don't think I want to eat for a week. Too much food.
(Sunrise on the trail was stupendous this morning. Even the weather cooperated for me to get out and enjoy my favorite time of day.)
Perfect
I've often grappled with this concept. It's something we strive to be, understanding all the while that it is basically beyond our reach. In my mind I often see others as pretty perfect, and myself as a miserable failure. The reality is those others aren't really any more perfect than I am for the simple reason that it isn't a competition between them and me. It isn't even a competition.
It is a constant striving to become. To become...more.
I was reading in a needlework book this morning about the need to practice our craft to become what she termed "more-perfect" since she averred she also has difficulty with that concept of perfection.
How validated I felt that someone else struggles with the term.
Perhaps someday I can find some part of me to be perfect at even some small thing. Until then I shall keep trying. And keep trying. And maybe even my efforts themselves will be of some value.
And we come full circle back to that thing I believe drives us all - Hope.
Maybe I can be perfect at that: Hope.
It is a constant striving to become. To become...more.
I was reading in a needlework book this morning about the need to practice our craft to become what she termed "more-perfect" since she averred she also has difficulty with that concept of perfection.
How validated I felt that someone else struggles with the term.
Perhaps someday I can find some part of me to be perfect at even some small thing. Until then I shall keep trying. And keep trying. And maybe even my efforts themselves will be of some value.
And we come full circle back to that thing I believe drives us all - Hope.
Maybe I can be perfect at that: Hope.
Sunshine
Sunshine in the winter makes me happy. It helps my orchids to bloom. And fills me with the desire to be out in it. Left the roof open in the car when I was out and about.
It even made my trip to the dentist more bearable. No cavities, but filling-patches anyway in areas where my teeth are super sensitive. Trying to avoid a couple root canals. Maybe I'll just stand in the sun with my mouth open and expect it to heal all the ills of this old body. Decided today that a body should just be born healthy, and stay that way until you just drop dead.
Had a mental picture today of The Husband going into the pantry on one of his excursions from his office and having lights blink, horns blare and whistles blow. Could provide a chuckle or two. But then the expectations of reciprocation might leave me a "Nervous Nellie". Best not go there.
It even made my trip to the dentist more bearable. No cavities, but filling-patches anyway in areas where my teeth are super sensitive. Trying to avoid a couple root canals. Maybe I'll just stand in the sun with my mouth open and expect it to heal all the ills of this old body. Decided today that a body should just be born healthy, and stay that way until you just drop dead.
Had a mental picture today of The Husband going into the pantry on one of his excursions from his office and having lights blink, horns blare and whistles blow. Could provide a chuckle or two. But then the expectations of reciprocation might leave me a "Nervous Nellie". Best not go there.
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