“I still have to do laundry and prepare for dinner. I have to play ball with our dog Vader, quickly water the hanging plants outside, and feed the dogs,” and while I’m piling up the daily I-have-do-mountain in my head, old familiar feelings rise again.
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Last night, I ate a chocolate-covered pomegranate and I couldn’t help but think about the man who showed me how to enjoy life’s sweet treats, so many years ago. This prompt is perfect to finally pay homage to a man who has been so dear to me.
Most of my blogging friends are so much adventurous than I ever could be. What will I do in the new year to be better, to be healthier, to be more balanced? I have no clue. If I don’t watch it, I will just end up doing more of the same -again.
It’s day #7 of our self-isolation after my husband tested positive for COVID-19. “Curse words fail me,” I texted to a friend the other day, and while it’s true, we are in good spirit. We managed to put our Christmas tree up and as always, the work was shared fair and square. My husband brought the tree down, which took him about five minutes and I spent three hours stringing the lights and placing the ornaments.
“Health, it’s one of God’s greatest gift, but we take it for granted; yet it hangs on a thread as fine as a spider’s web and the tiniest thing can make it snap, leaving the strongest of us helpless in an instant.”
― Jennifer Worth, Shadows of the Workhouse
“Money can’t by happiness” was one of the sayings I learned when I grew up. It’s a universal saying in almost every language and I believed it. Do we need money to be happy? No, of course not. Does is mean everybody without money is automatically happy? Does it mean poverty makes us happy? No, it doesn’t either.
