Today's lunch. Garbage plate. Hardly anything in the fridge. Toss it all in. Leftover scrambled eggs from the morning, leaftover takeout chicken from the weekend, frozen peas and corn, rice, tossed in last night's stinging nettle soup that still was stinging (didn't seem to sting in the rice).
The busy season is upon us. This is when we all go a little feral. We eat out often. We're lucky if we give each other a "W'sup," in the morning and get through the day without any abrupt moments.
We're taking care of ourselves this year, a little bit. We got massages from a dear friend of mine, and to feel the loving touch of a friend on my skin - so intimate, so vulnerable, and caring. Wow. It made me pause.
I am in the midst of an eight week mindfulness class, which means another evening away from the house during the busy season and an expense before our seasonal business really starts crankin' up. Also, wow on many points.
Two weeks ago, I came home from the class, and I could hear the music blasting from outside. I opened the door. It was 9:00 PM. The hardcore punk of Agent Orange cranked up full volume. Jared doing the dishes. Our son in costume beating the couch with wooden swords.
"Just back from a mindfulness class," I thought. "I love this crazy family."
"G/d," I said to Jared. "This song is so good."
"Really!" he replied and kept time with his foot as he continued washing. Beren continued chopping at the couch.
Last week, I came home from the class. Different scene. Quiet house. Two somber, grumpy people looking at me. "Just back from a mindfulness class," I thought. "This crazy family could do me a favor and give me some space."
"We were fine all night," said Jared.
"Ok," I sighed, being mindful of pleasant and unpleasant moments.