I suddenly feel like I'm in a time warp.
We spent the day working at home, Jill in the yard, me scrubbing floors and baseboards on hands and knees, Pandora disco channel at warp sound ---- shakin' that booty and gettin' down.
After several hours, we sat on the swing in the backyard sunshine, then I fixed a tray of snacks ---- cheese, olives, two kinds of (gluten free) crackers, celery with cream cheese and cocktails. All right. Shirley Temples, with Maraschino cherries, of course. Served in glasses suitable for Old-Fashioneds. On the deck.
Followed, after showers and feeding of the kids (critters), by steaks on the grill, baked potatoes and salad for dinner, and then coffee. Disco station replaced by Jazz station on Pandora. Dancing in the kitchen, cheek to cheek.
You'd think it was 1958. Except for the lesbian part. And gluten free. And no alcohol. Well, and Jill wasn't born till 1960.
It's how I thought life would be when I was grown up ---- all marriage and jazz and steak dinners. I just didn't have the details quite right.
But you know what? It's exactly what I want. Life isn't perfect, or always easy. There are plenty more veggie-wrap-and-tomato-soup dinners than steak. The house is not usually this clean, and by tomorrow it will be once again blanketed in dirt and sticks and leaves that the dogs bring in. Happiness can be elusive, worry can assert its ugly presence. But this is it. This is what I wanted, exactly and completely, and I'm overcome with gratitude tonight.
I'm not sure it gets any better than this.
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