I had a really good day. We didn't have any plans out, so stayed home, made a list of stuff that needed doing, agreed who would do what, and decided to tackle the list and just see how far we got. So a little cleaning, then a game with the four year old. A little decluttering, and then some drawing with the four year old. More cleaning, and then all three of us danced in the nice freshly-cleaned living room (really clean for the first time in ages).
While that was going on, a friend with a club membership called and asked if we wanted to come swimming in the late afternoon. Yeah! So we did that. Fuck, I got really envious. I don't envy much as a rule, and have much to be grateful for, but this neighborhood private pool was huge and sparkly, and fabulous. Mini-Meno and I had a wonderful time, but on the way home, I even talked with her about my envy (a condition she of course can relate to, since she is still young enough to sometimes still simply grab something out of someone's hands if she wants it.)
It was good, she encouraged me to remember all I have to be grateful for, including love. So I may not have a fancy swimming pool, but I do have a) a wonderful daughter already showing great values, b) a friend with a fancy pool (and a subsequent invitation for Wednesday), c) other nice, albeit public
pools accessible to me, and d) a bazillion other wonderfulnesses.
(I'm still feeling that envy though, a very sucky feeling I'm glad I don't feel often.)
Now I'm sitting in the recliner, in the clean fresh peaceful living room, Mini-Meno tucked in bed asleep, on BetterMost on my fancy laptop, healthy, and grateful. I am one lucky effin' person.
