Here it is, just the second day of January, and I have already grown weary of winter. Of the cold, the ice on my driveway and in my street. I know, we’ve had a very easy winter thus far, and much of the country has suffered, truly suffered, with the weather, while we have been spared. Still, that does not stop me for longing for warmer climes, and maybe an ocean beach where I can sink my toes into the sand as I walk my furry girl, loving the sunshine and the sound of the waves lapping on the shoreline.
The furnace comes on frequently, and my mind’s eye can see the dial on the meter whirring frantically, the dollar signs growing with each whir. Even if “smart” meters do not have dials that whir. Do they? I’ll have to look, next time I build up the courage to walk out into that cold. There are those who protested the smart meter installations – the “big brother is watching” people. To me, it’s, just get over it. Big brother is watching. There are many things in our lives that are tracking our movements. Does it really matter? Not to me. My movements are not of any interest whatsoever. Maybe Alexa is listening when I speak, even if I do not speak her name. Maybe your smart TV is watching you. Big deal. Just. Big deal.
What is a big deal – to me – is a government that talks about spending 5 billion dollars to begin a wall that is stupid. Other countries have built walls. They have not resolved the issues, because the issues are something that cannot be resolved by closing yourself in and others out. It frustrates me because if I were to create a record deficit in my budget, no one would be lending me money to build a wall. Or a fence. Or anything else. And that 5 billion would only be the beginning.
I have concluded – I wanted to say learned, but I’m not sure that it’s really learned, or that it would work for anyone else – I have concluded that in many cases, simple is better. After many years of trying many many different magic creams to keep wrinkles at bay, or erase those that snuck through that wall, the wrinkles came anyway and so I shall use a simple, inexpensive body cream to soften my skin and allow me to smile without my face cracking. I shall use more simple ingredients for cleaning. Things like vinegar, baking soda, alcohol, all work quite well and cost far less than the latest, most improved, cleaning agent. I will eat less processed food, and prepare more of my food and that for my furry girl from scratch. Because. I can. I have the liberty of time to do that. That’s a benefit of getting older. I have time. Time to breathe. Time for quiet consideration. Time to check facts. Time to nap. Time to indulge myself in crafts, in painting, in knitting, in reading. Such is my blessing.
People are starting to use words for the year. I guess that’s replacing resolutions, which are never kept anyway. I never have picked a word, but I think this year my word will be Gratitude. Gratitude to recognize that I really do have enough, and I really am blessed. Another of my blessings is being able to sit here in my morning chair, with squirrels and birds outside enjoying the seed I have put out for them. I can see the blue skies, the sunshine, the clouds, the raindrops, the snowflakes. I have space. I have warmth. I have food. I have love.
What more could one ask?