Monday, October 26, 2009
I complain about my hair. In the quest for the perfect curl, I end up with light-socket frizz. I can't blow it dry. I can't wash it at night. I wash it in the morning and have to wait until 10:00 for it to dry. Wavy but not curly. What used to be golden is now brown. With some gray.... little patches here and there. Unwelcome silvery strands to catch the light. A reminder of lost youth.
I complain about my body. Strange, lumpy parts replace the once over-looked smooth areas. I can't drink without a hangover. Aches and pains visit with more frequency. Gone is the ability to scarf down a double cheeseburger and shake. Now, every calorie likes to hang out, just in case it's needed.
I complain about time. Not enough of the lazy, day-off kind. Too much of the busy, run-around kind. It takes too long to walk here, or run there. There's not enough time in the day to take on that last task; usually housework.
I complain about so much. But I don't complain about my hair falling out from Chemo. Or the doctor wanting to take more breast tissue (just to be cautious). I don't complain about heaving until there's nothing left to give. Or the needle marks covering my skin. I don't complain about being given a length of time in which I can live.
The fact is, I have cleavage. And hair. And a healthy body. And time...... I am not sick. I am lucky. Many are not. I have decided to honor my friends, my family, my sisters in breast-hood by simply shutting my mouth. I will not complain about life, as I have permission to live it however I please. The coffee line is too long? Someone cut me off in traffic? The electric bill is too high? Lucky.
Lucky to be here.....
Sunday, October 18, 2009
- Leaves running across the road like cats.
- The sawdust smell of a fallen branch (in anyone's yard but mine!).
- Spongy grass.
- Netflix Sunday afternoons with hot chocolate and blankets.
- Cloud animals.
- Pajama pants. Finally.
- Costumes and candy. (Lots and lots of candy.... costume optional.)
- Long, hot baths with a book.
- Walking the dog in the wind.
- Cinnamon and nutmeg.
- Aspen leaves applauding the breeze.
- Closed-toed shoes. And new socks.
- Oak ball wars.
- Crunchy footsteps.
- Enormous, lopsided pumpkins on my tiny, lopsided porch.
- Baking cookies. And bread.
What's your favorite thing about fall?