Life is like a box of chocolates

I enjoy revisiting childhood through my perfect children. Today outside the libary they sat (in their pajamas) eating cupcakes made by Girl Scouts, then amused everyone by making a huge pile of fall leaves and jumping into it, then tossing the leaves high in the air. This image of them is seared in my mind.

Later we left the libary with our favorite children’s movie “Charlie and Lola.” Even the cartoon score tears me up, not to mention the children’s laughter and chatter–something about it takes me back to a time of pure innocence.

No other children’s cartoon even comes close.

Earlier in the day we’d gone to examine a dining set that I wanted to purchase off Craigslist. I’m a big fan of buying used, not simply because I have champagne tastes on a beer budget, but because like today I get to learn the history of the item I’m purchasing. We took a long winding road, through the hills to a huge home and met a nice family. My children played with toys while I looked at the set which was amazing and an awesome deal–but the drive through the winding roads and woods and the hospitality that we experienced was even more amazing.

By the way, did I mention later we whizzed through Marshalls’s in our shopping cart–okay BOTH children were in the cart and I was navigating, but I couldn’t resist giving the cart a running start then jumping onto the back with both feet for a carefree ride myself.


So stock up!

I absolutely LOVE travelling–particularly taking the open road here in the US. Observing scenic beauty as I did today driving along the highway towards Winchester, MD from Ellicott City, or the mountains of Georgia (ala Deliverance) as I’ve done in the past. Even driving albeit stealthily through snowstorms in Buffalo, NY; Chicago or Minneapolis/St Paul is a unique treat.

What can I tell ya, if you have to choose between a high paying desk job and a lower paying job that allows you to engage in nature and meet diverse people–it’s a no brainer y’all.

Or course if you can achieve both–even better.

After all, when you get old–you’ll have to rely on your memories for entertainment!

So…um, are you free this weekend?

Any one who’s ever been in love can attest to the power of attachment. It’s easy to understand, after all our first attachment occured as babies to our mothers. Attachment–a feeling that bonds a person to another creating the desire for repeated interactions with that person, can be a source of intense pleasure, or as in the case of unrequited love, great pain.

 Although this hasn’t been the case for me, a person can also be attached to things. Three years ago, when I relocated from MN, I left behind a house, all of my property with the exception of a few select items (a bed, my children’s favorite toys, and cooking utensils.) Yet, despite a decade’s worth of accumulation, I haven’t missed a thing. Or when I think about the sales process involved in the car I purchased today, and Jose the salesman’s futile attempts to get me to view this vehicle as something other than transportation.  

Me, I’d get attached to people. In the past, I’d experience this intense desire to be welded to lovers,  or cool people I’d just met. I mean like become an integral part of their lives. After all I’m a fixer by nature and I could so improve their lives (while putting mind on hold.) In retrospect, it all seems quite silly and a bit desperate. How draining these interactions must’ve been for those involved.

So nice, this being able to look back detachedly.