A Day in My Life
January 10, Day #9
Accepting a challenge to blog for 30 Days gave me the inspiration and motivation to persevere and see if I can accomplish not only this, but some other very lofty goals I’ve set for myself in 2023.
Occasionally, I’ll share something that occurred that day that signals a Renaissance moment for me.
#3 I’m my main cheerleader!
The day after my birthday has been a day of reflection. This morning, I reflected on what I call my happy second life. When I retired from education ten years ago, God had given me everything I’d asked for. A worthy career, a kind husband, healthy children, our own home, a big-girl car (Avalon), and a reasonable portion of health and strength. While He was giving it to me, I hadn’t realize how blessed I was.
My first life had been HARD! After hubby and I met, fell in love, and committed our combined efforts to making a good life for our future children, every roadblock that Satan could throw our way came fast and furious. We survived, and today I’m thankful that anything I don’t want to do; I don’t HAVE to do. Writing, blogging, being a part of this august community of writers and bloggers is just gravy. Hubby reminded me of that this morning.
So, as I reflect on the day after my birthday, it’s been as phenomenal as the Birthday. Hubby, who I’ve nicknamed Chef, was in the kitchen making breakfast. Either he’s sending me a message that he’s hated my cooking all these years, or he’s truly been touched by the food gods.
This afternoon he prepped the shrimp and crab cakes he’ll be making for dinner. Our daughter has taken to moseying over after work to check on us, but she’s really looking to see what her dad has made for dinner. “I’m loving this new Daddy!” she whispered to me.
I would love him, too, but Chef Daddy doesn’t clean up after his work. The downside of our extraordinary meals is that I have waaay more pots and pans to wash. If I want to cook something for myself, I have to hunt for seasonings and spices that no longer reside where I stored them. Now, new spices (and other things) are on my cabinet shelves. What is beef tallow? It looks like fat to me and I’m not having any parts of it.
While hubby was cooking, I decided I’d bleach socks. The anklet socks I like to wear around the house have the dirtiest feet, which no amount of machine washing can get clean. I’m through spending money just to wear clean socks. I never had this problem when washing machines had agitators. So, I handwashed them. Many of my colleagues have mentioned that their washers and dryers have gone out. If anyone has information on how to get washers with agitators, please share. The new washers can’t clean worth ‘spit’.