Monday, May 28, 2012

Splendor In The Grass

Gorgeous Memorial Day weekend in Chicago with temperatures in the high '80s.  My mom stopped by and I looked out onto the backyard and she was sleeping on a blanket.  I had to join her.  What a simple treat.  Crazy thing came to my mind.  When reporters asked Amanda Knox what she was looking forward to after spending years in an Italian prison, she said, "A roll in the fresh grass."  That's what I did.  Just rolled and felt the warm blades.  Grateful for the simple splendor.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Month Two for Blagojevich, "Welcome To My Nightmare."

The season closer of REVENGE was insane.  I can't wait for the next season.  So grateful that I can choose to watch what I want to!  

Friends are getting married this weekend.  It should be a beautiful night.  I'll be watching my son play baseball.  The antique flea market is always a great way to start my Sunday morning.  Time to plant flowers in the garden.  

It's been two months since Blago stepped into prison.  Two months since life passed him by.  "Welcome To My Nightmare," by Cooper is playing on the radio.  How appropriate.  

I'm grateful that I have so much to look forward to this weekend.  I don't want life passing me by.  That would be my nightmare.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Somebody's NOT Watching Me.

It's hard to appreciate having the house to yourself when you're a single person living on your own.  You watch whatever you want to watch on T.V.  You can choose to run around naked.  There's no one to tell you that you left the bathroom a mess.  It's different when you have a family or when you live with  your folks. My friend likes to say, "I can pee in the corners if I want to."  That's when all four of her kids and husband are out of the house for the entire day.  

It was a rainy day yesterday.  Another friend took a rare morning off work.  She caught up on this season of, "Mad Men."  Loved it.  I could hear how much fun she was having just by the way she said, "Oh, I'm curled up watching T.V.  I'll talk to you later."  I smiled at the phone after hanging up with her.  Now THAT'S fun.

My son's high school baseball game was called off due to the rain.  All of a sudden I found extra time for myself.  No one was expecting me anywhere. My son came home, looked at my sad jeans, and begged me to, "Please get new jeans.  You embarrass me when you wear those."  Buying new jeans is just as bad as shopping for a bathing suit.  I think I spent over an hour trying on different pairs.  I did that on purpose, because I was having fun this time, and I realized that there was no one to tell me that I couldn't spend an hour if I wanted to.

I was grateful to take an extra long shower this morning.  I'll have a late breakfast, because I can.  I'm grateful that there's no one watching me and telling me how long I can shower, when to eat, how long I can eat.  There's no one to take a head count this afternoon to make sure I'm where I should be.  O.K., so my husband calls, but he's just trying to coordinate school and baseball schedules.  

Blago is never free to do what he wants, when he wants. I'm grateful for the time I had to shop yesterday.  My guess is that my son asked me to go shopping so HE could have some time alone as well.  He kicked me out of the house.  That's fine. The mom jeans I picked up will still embarrass him.