I’m not a fan of November in Canada. The days are grey and ugly and it seems that there’s very little in the way of good cheer. But I think that I may have finally found a way to cope, short of getting on an airplane and flying to the sun that I know is out there somewhere.
Having taken this week off and staying put, I’m here to tell you that this has been the best idea I’ve had in a while. No airport craziness and I get to sleep in my own bed.
The sheer luxury of hearing snow in the forecast and instead of crawling out of my deliciously warm and snuggly bed to fight my way through traffic chaos, I simply pull up the covers and roll over. I’ve even been known to restart the electric blanket, just to seal the deal. The cat is as blissed-out as I am.
The mere idea of sipping a perfectly brewed cup of coffee while watching horrible traffic reports knowing that I don’t actually NEED to be anywhere gives me such joy, tears well up in my eyes.
Not having to wake up to an alarm makes me practically giddy. We had a power failure this week and our radio came on at 12 midnight because while I remembered to reset the clock, I forgot to reset the alarm. I couldn’t get back to sleep and ended up awake most of the night. Normally, that would concern me. Instead, I went back to sleep at 6:00 a.m. when I should have been waking up. Sheer happiness.
Breakfast out. Having time to cook. The quiet. Playing six games of Scrabble on my computer in a row. Endlessly surfing the web. Long lunches with friends. Afternoon naps with the cat. Priceless.
It’s the puttering that I love. Endless hours of puttering around the house, finally getting to jobs almost forgotten, reveling in their final achievement. Not that anyone else would care.
This week has been about having the luxury of time. It's what I imagine retirement to be like. Time to do whatever needs to be done, or not and the freedom to choose. Aaahhhhh. So rare in this cockamamie, windswept vortex called life.
Why are we all rushing around like maniacs? What the hell is so important? This is the only reason that I play the lottery. So that I can live in peace and quiet without all the rushing and not be any worse off for it. In fact, if I do it more often, my life will truly be better.
Next year, I’ll consider taking all of November off. Fight it out amongst yourselves; I’ll be home under the covers remembering my best idea ever.
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