Friday already and just a few short days before I venture off to San Francisco to surf with friends, ride my new mountain bike and hang with my brother and best friend. And a little Indonesian dinner certainly doesn’t hurt!
I love trips like this. Though it’s only for a few days, it provides me the opportunity to get into the surf and spend time with people I love. My brother, as a former boyfriend pointed out to me, is “the bomb”. The last time I was home in January, we did a huge paella dinner party that was so much fun. Two huge pans of paella, a pitcher of homemade sangria and good friends. I think this time, it’ll be roasted salmon crusted with almond and saffron, fresh veggies and Caesar salad. Plus, I have a new recipe that has taken me several months to perfect – 6 layer coconut cake with a lemon cream filling. But whatever gets served, it is served with love, excellent wine and terrific companionship and conversation. Living so far away has made it much more important to see the people I love whenever I get the chance to get home. And because of it, I have 4 days filled with lunches and dinners and bike rides and surfing. I have Sandra and Tim, Fred, Brian, Kyle, Margaret, Alice, Ray, Tina and Travis to occupy my time.
The Year of Living Dangerously
This has been a wonderful week. After almost a year of needling and pushing, dropping the “assisted living” words in daily conversation (to much consternation and anger), our lives have been enriched by life at Cougar Springs Assisted Living. My dad, hard-nose that he is, is happy. He enjoys the new apartment, he enjoys his dinner companions and he is enjoying having a safer, happier life. His dinner companions have a tendency to pray over meals which, to my atheist father is not fun, but he’s even managed to overlook that. One thing he was unable to overlook though – on Monday during the dinner hour, a man came in and performed for the diners. Country music. Like me, my father and mother would rather be beaten with a stick than listen to anything that smacked of being countrified but, even that was something that they smiled and sat through. Who’d a thunk it…
My mom has gone from heating the electric kettle on the stove (thus resulting in two house fires) to having a better existence and the knowledge that she no longer has to cook, clean or do laundry. My dad has gone from being “Velcro dad”, being attached to my mom at the hip, to going out to the dining room by himself for breakfast when he decided not to go. This is a different world for both of them and, gratefully, thanks to the warmth of the people – both the employees as well and the tenants – at Cougar Springs, life has become joyful for my 80 year old parents…
I dreamed that I had sailed away. South to Mexico and beyond. It was my favorite dream of any that I have ever had. My sailing companion was a rugged, smart and funny person, equipped with the ability to know the ocean and to understand its majesty. We’d anchor and swim to shore, play on the beach and eat fish from the ocean. And fall asleep to the sound of gently lapping waves against the boat… Unfortunately, I woke and every single day and every single night, I try to get that dream back into my head, but I guess you can’t ever re-dream the one perfect dream. Now I have to be content with remembering it as the perfect dream, the one dream. But I hope my dream sailor is out there somewhere, sailing south and enjoying the smell of the sea and the feeling of sea breezes against his face, maybe playing on the beach and collecting shells. And I will be content that I may not have the dream anymore, but I still have my surfboards and an ocean waiting for me next week and the sweet memories of that dream…
Things I Should Have Said
- Yes, that dress makes your ass look huge. But then…
- You’re an asshole, stop it now - if I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t be sitting here
- Yes I absolutely mind coming in on the weekend to help with your problem that you could have dealt with last Monday
- You’re right-wing religiosity bugs the crap outta me and if you don’t stop preaching I’m gonna slap you upside your head
- I have never had the slightest inclination to sleep with you and, in fact, I find you repulsive
- Yes, I’ll wait around even though it cheapens what we have and I feel like a consolation prize
- Yes, I’m sorry, women want couple’s counseling when they want the divorce – we just try to make you feel better by having a third party deliver the news
- Your baby shower? Why the hell would I want to celebrate the fact that you’re bringing one more mouth to feed into this over-populated world
- Yes, I’m a vegetarian and yes, I want fried with my burger
- I’m buying the lamp and if you don’t like it, I don’t care
- It’s my money and I’m buying the lamp
- Of course I can handle your criminal case even if you don’t have a dime to your name
- I love you
- No matter what
I actually took a lunch break today. I’ve been in the office since the ass-crack of dawn and I decided to take my lunch at the garden center. Now my little VW smells like lavender and lettuce and fresh soil. I am overloaded with veggies and herbs to stash into the greenhouse and ferns and hosta for the shady areas and flowers, flowers, flowers that, no matter a little frost, will survive. It is 70 degrees here today, a warm wonderful spring day but I know tomorrow will be cold and dreary. Today the flowers matter because they let me now that gardening is just around the corner and tomorrow? Well, I can walk into the greenhouse and know that very soon, in a few short weeks, we will be away from the frost and the snow and things will, again, be in bloom.
All three girls - Shirley, Goodness and Mercy- following me all the days of my life…
Have a wonderful weekend everyone!