Woke up this morning to a gray, chilly, raw day.
To combat the cold and the dreariness I put on my favorite Goodwill cashmere sweater. It is mulberry colored, or perhaps a darker shade of Beauty Berry. One of those succulent purple colors. Of course I'm the only one around here to appreciate it and I do. The warmth, the color, the softness. I swear- cashmere is one thing in this big old world that is not overrated.
Here are a few things that are overrated in my opinion paired with things that aren't:
1. Chick-Fil-A...Krispy Kreme
2. Vacuum Cleaners...Dishwashers
3. Non-Stick cookware...Cast iron cookware
4. Kale...Collard greens
5. A date...a mate
6. Body Wash...Bar Soap
7. "Cage Free" eggs...Yard eggs
8. Billy Joel...Anybody else
9. E Readers...Real books
10. Four hundred Facebook friends...Four real friends
11. Scented candles/incense/plug-in scented oil dispensers/potpourri...The smell of whatever you just cooked
13. Donald Trump...Greta Thunberg
14. The promise of heaven...The reality of this one and only life
Well, that's a few.
I went to Costco and Publix today. I talked to an employee at Costco and we both ended up crying about how incredibly sad Christmas can be. I told her that she was a beautiful soul and a beautiful woman and that my daughters and I often talk about how gorgeous we think she is. That made her smile. And then she told me that she thinks that August is the coolest little boy and that made ME smile.
I really don't have much else to say. I am neither here nor there tonight. Neither happy nor sad, neither joyful or in despair.
Tomorrow I'll go hear and see August sing Christmas songs at his preschool. Jesus will be mentioned.
Aw well. I do love a baby, conceived via virgin birth or swimming pool or IVF or donor sperm with turkey baster.
Ain't none of my business how the child got in there anyway. I just love 'em when they get here.