It finally blew – Long time readers may have detected a creeping melancholy in my recent posts. I had to pick up some things at the grocery store so I went very early (before it got too germy). I haven’t been to this particular store since the lock down. There were taped areas to get into queues (although at 7 a.m. there were no queues yet). Aisles were one way. It was frustrating because I wasn’t sure where the product was that I wanted so I had to go up and down most aisles. Once I got it I remembered something else but it would require walking almost the entire perimeter of the store. I just about got to my car when I started crying. Big uncontrollable sobs. I sobbed and didn’t care. It wasn’t about any one thing. It was a buildup of melancholy that no deep breathing exercises will fix. The pressure release valve had to vent after weeks of stress layering on. Damn that felt good.
A new perspective – After my pity party, I started to think about people who really have it tough. No job, no income and no sign of unemployment money. I thought about my grandparents who left their homeland never to see it or their parents again in order to find a new life for their kids. We treat immigrants so poorly yet all of us (or most) have ancestors who came here from another country. We should celebrate them and admire their strength. If we can be anything, be kind.
Mom to the rescue – I had a bad day this week. My electric toothbrush stopped working, my car radio went out and a long awaited shipment wasn’t right. In normal times this wouldn’t be a big deal but now, everything is a bigger deal. Instead of being overwhelmed (all this happened within hours) I remembered my Mom’s saying that bad things come in threes. That meant the bad was done for the day and I was joyous. Don’t tell me it doesn’t make sense because it worked for me.
Her theory – My mom thought everything came in threes. Deaths were foremost. All deaths came in threes so when someone died we always held our breath until the third one kicked the bucket. Good things came in threes. My mother even had three kids! Personally I thought three lottery wins would work for me. I have three cats plus a spare.
Throw open the windows – Yesterday was the first truly great day where you could open your windows (and allow pollen to enter) without gale force winds coming through. It was glorious. Sadly I had already planned an outdoor work day for things that were already a month behind. It was the kind of day that made life all worthwhile.
So how was your week?