Good memories

There were days when I was working at a job I hated and he was laid off that I'd call him when I was leaving work and say, "Babe, put my class of 2002 [pint] glass in the fridge."  I'd come home to a frozen glass and good beer.

And we'd sit on the deck, relax, and do dinner.

Which tonight was an Italian pasta salad I love, except I did romaine instead of pasta.  And served myself in a serving dish, so it felt like a nice huge salad you'd get from a restaurant.  And I thought to myself how much he'd love it.

Good memories.

And then there are days...

And then there are days that it all seems to come together.

In the past two months, there was his anniversary.  Then I had viral diarrhea (soo not recommended) for a week, in the midst of which was a had-to-attend wedding shower.  Then was OUR anniversary.  Next came the bacheloretter and wedding extravaganza for the aforementioned wedding shower, which just happened to be for That Friend.  You know, That Friend who’s like a sister, has been there for me through everything, and loves me enough to both excuse me from bridesmaid duty and still gift me with an engraved flask, my long yearned-for wedding gift.

By the way, in the week between bacheloretter and wedding, work blew up.  And as That Friend has pointed out previously, yes, yes work does always blow up for me.  So this, then, was an atomic bomb.

But never mind, because I had a wedding to do.

And then it was back to work.

Which pretty much brings me up to today.

And reminds me how justified it is that I’ve been worn out, exhausted, completely lacking in energy, oversleeping and skimping on exercise. 

But then I get todays.  It’s only a single day off and generally I do get two in a row, and let me tell you, those are really good for recovering.  But even today, I was lazy with my coffee, I watched some episodes of a favorite TV show, and then I kicked my own butt outside.  Because it is finally sunny, for perhaps the 3^rd day this year.

And it is so often the deck where I am reminded of how blessed I am.  That I love my life, my view, my hobbies, and shunning what I shun.

Cosmo just told me I need to reinvest and rediscover my passions.  As previously stated, I’ve been exhausted, lethargic, and all over blah.  My passions – those things that I love doing above all else - are my deck and reading.  Well here I am and here I go.

It’s one of those days when I look around, consider how life could be, and go, “Damn I’m lucky.” 

I got the house, I can support myself with only one job, there’s money in the bank, food in the cupboards, I know what it means to love, and (today, at least) no one’s dragging me down.

Thank God for todays.