Some days are more trying than others…we’ve all experienced them. As the years roll by I’ve decided that what really matters is how the day ends.
And luckily for me, as long as the temperature is above 40 degrees, my day finishes off on the front porch.
This is the fifth home I’ve resided in my entire life and have never been fortunate enough to enjoy such a happy place so conveniently attached to our simple log dwelling.
Nothing can compare to the quiet satisfaction of rocking the stress away with a nice tumbler of vino on ice.
People travel everywhere, all the time, and endure all the bossiness that goes along with what I think of as “the travel nightmare” because they crave new sights and sounds.
Not this gal. Just gimme my front porch and I’m as happy as can be.
Just to share an example of how healing my porch truly is, I will revisit a not-so-stellar day from a recent week. This is how it went:
My usual gleeful time to rise—4:30 a.m.—is totally compromised by an uninvited guest who goes by the name of Charley…as in horse. And we all know how much fun he is.
Big fat bummer when a hardy stretch turns immediately into an agony like no other and one must struggle out of cozy comfort in a lame attempt to stop the pain that is causing you to sound like you’re calling the dinosaurs to supper.
When this is how the day starts it can either be a premonition of what’s to follow, or, using the glass half-empty school of thought, the worst thing that can possibly occur prior to sunset. Like I said, it was just one of THOSE days.
Finally done limping, I was off to do errands on my one day off. Oh yay! Hardly any cars in line at the bank! Except, of course, the one that I’m behind. Its driver clearly does not realize that he is at a drive-thru window and has all kinds of issues. Takes up 13 valuable minutes of my precious time as I wait behind him. And now there’s someone behind me and I’m trapped like a rat.
Okay, I think to myself, at least my Charley Horse is gone. On to the pharmacy for two items only. And can you guess who the only other patron in this store is? Why yes indeedy it’s the lottery ticket freak!
That’s right, 30 of these, 10 of those, coloring in dots like a kindergartner on the first day of school.
Believe me, another 13 minutes lost forever—and a cranky clerk to boot. Thanks buddy. You people really should have a special booth just for you and your addiction where no one else has to endure your agony of defeat.
I’m pretty sure you just spent the equivalent of my electric bill on chance. I dislike you immensely.
Back in the car, the news comes on. Oh boy, a child has lost his life because his parent FORGOT HIM IN THE HOT VEHICLE!!!! Really??? How is that possible? My heart sinks and I am sick to my stomach thinking of how that poor baby must have suffered.
I want revenge on that idiot. An eye for an eye is all that will satisfy me. So I picture dragging him to a nice warm car in a nice hot parking lot and watch his face as I strap him in.
See ya, jerk. There is no place on this earth for the likes of you and you should never, ever be forgiven.
Wow, so many negative emotions in a single day. There is but one salvation possible. That’s right…my beloved, loyal, steadfast front porch, where the glass is always and undoubtedly full.