Not Spring Yet

We were at Dad’s this weekend for some R & R and woodstove fires and car fixing.  My Sunday morning looked something like this:

Add to that some coffee and breakfast and a couple hundred pages of a good book and it makes for a fine weekend.

I imagine Morgen would agree with me when I say that not knowing if you’ll continue to have a job and/or looking for work is kind of stressful.  To say the least.  Particularly right now.  If you deal with it for long enough it goes beyond a persistent nagging worry about how you’re going to pay the bills and transcends it, becoming something more like fatalism, a great mental gallic shrug.  I’m not really a negative person by nature, so this feeling has inspired what I like to call little zen moments of life.  Moments where you can dump all that mental static and just enjoy whatever it is you’re doing, wherever you are.  A few from the past week:

• Waking up to snow and sunshine and ice crystals on Sunday morning.
• Standing in the middle of a creek with my fishing pole getting hailed/rained/snowed on.
• Listening to a girl with a beautiful voice sing songs she’d created in a dark bar on MLK.
• Finishing a book that immediately earned a place among all-time favorites in my heart: The River Why by David James Duncan.
• Drinking a cup of flawlessly brewed Ethiopia Mordecofe at Kettleman’s with the perfect amount of brown sugar and cream.

It’s usually the little things that deserve to be appreciated most, and honestly, I get tired of fretting endlessly about contingency plans.  The plans still have to be made, of course, but it doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the little things in the meantime.

My meantime this evening will involve a long conversation with Charles Shaw (cabernet? merlot? pinot?), delicious bruschetta, and a Katamari challenge versus a petite blonde with very sharp elbows.  Cheers.

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~ by Hillory on March 10, 2009.