What a difference a year makes. I took the photo above last year on the 4th from Southport, NC. Rocketman and I were visiting my fabulous friend Stacy and her family. It was a difficult time, really. Rocketman and I were not in sync and my Dad was getting worse by the day. The trip should have been healing and restorative but instead it was awkward and tense. Anyway, fast forward to today, exactly one year later.
I’ve had a fabulous day. I declined a few BBQ invitations to kick off the holiday weekend at home. I’ve got a zillion home projects to tackle and decided to take the long weekend to do exactly that. Three whole days to get things done and still have a little fun.
This morning I slept until 8:30am. That is almost unheard of and I enjoyed every second of it. Mr. Cooper jumped into bed with me around 7am and I smiled as I awoke to his big square head in the crook of my arm. After a quick trip to the market, I was ready to go. I cranked up my iPod and hit the ground running. I sanded porch steps and painted and cleaned. I washed linens and dusted baseboards. I went into my basement and rose out of it with FOUR trash bags full of crap that I’ve been hoarding. I went through my kitchen cabinets and drawers. I have a drawer that is CHOCK full of shit and the only thing I use in it is Mr. C’s leash. I took out the leash and turned the drawer over into a trash bag.
I also opened another drawer to find an assortment of 23 knives. Not kidding. All dull and gross and not worthy of the Salvation Army. Dumped ’em.
I made a spinach lasagna and then hit the hardware store for potting soil and flowers. I planted them in my flower boxes and they look spectacular. Tomorrow I’m going to repaint my front porch after a long morning walk with Mr. Cooper. I have a list (surprise!) that I’m operating from and I have a tremendous sense of accomplishment here at the sunset of Day One. A good purge does wonders for the soul. Get rid of all the clutter and just go back to basics. Hurrah!
Johnny is taking the girls to the beach and it just wasn’t feasible to try to join them. Between airfare and gas prices, it was just ridiculous. As much as I would love to be with them, I’m really content. I cannot recall the last time I had three whole days to myself to accomplish (or not) whatever I want. I was going to meet friends out this evening for the fireworks display, but I think I’m going to pass after all. I’m tired, but satisfied. I have lasagna and The Sopranos. I can pour a vodka tonic and sit on my porch and enjoy the neighborhood fireworks as well.
It’s amazing to me how much has changed in one year. My first love has returned and my Father has passed. In fact, my first love returned because of my Father’s passing. I am so incredibly joyous and excited about the future. A year ago, that wasn’t the case. I felt like everything was crumbling around me…my relationship with Rocketman, my Father’s health, my dissent with his wife…everything. It was a very dark time, and now? Now I’m awash in sunshine, and it feels great. ABOUT DAMN TIME, KARMA.
Oh, and Rocketman? I bumped into him recently and he announced that he’s getting married in the very near future, so again there’s more proof of everything happening for a reason. I love that everything, yet again, worked out.
It’s kind of like that Gywneth Paltrow movie, “Sliding Doors”. No matter what path we choose, we end up where we’re supposed to be, when we’re supposed to be there.
And soon? I’ll be right where I belong.