I'm lying on an extremely comfortable couch in my extremely quaint and empty house listening to soft folk music and the raindrops hitting the roof and pavement outside.
And I think to myself, what a beautiful Sunday.
The only negative about my new situation is no cable, but as I got to contemplating I realized how much more calm I am without it. My house is quiet so often, I slowly realized how muddled our world is with noise. And its not necessarily a bad thing, but I'm learning to enjoy the silence a bit more now. I'm home alone, with no prospects of leaving the house tonight, and I'm OK with it. Which is a good place for me to be in.
Yesterday I was mauled my munchkins. I took my little buddy Jax to the Nicklecade as one of our frequent outings. That kid is hilarious. However, the hundreds of other chids (not a typo) at that place running around and screaming were making my blood pressure rise. I can't tell you how many little ones I tripped on...
But while I was there I had an epiphany. I dropped $25 on that little dude for two hours of entertainment, its no wonder I don't ask byrds (also not a typo, rather my slang for girls) out on dates. I spend all my cash on 6-year-old buggers with a fist-full of nickles. This I am also OK with.
You wanna know what I'm not OK with? My car freaking out. Silvia (her name) needs to learn how to start properly in the cold. True I need to top off her power steering fluid, but really I've treated her well. She needs to hang on for me, and I'll hang on for her.
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