Ahhhhhhhh . . . That is the sound of me settling in to my own tropical oasis. Extreme relaxation takes over my entire being and soon I haven’t a care in the world.
I could sit here for hours. Maybe I will. Just ignore the phone, the messy house, the crayon on the back step (only use the sidewalk chalk to color outside), any sense of reality. I am in my backyard and it is peaceful.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Gwen has tipped a chair over, falling down in the process. Luckily my mother’s intuition quickly kicked in and I saved her from having the chair fall directly on top of her. Disaster averted. A loving hug followed by wiping surprised tears away. We all sink back into bliss.
The grass is luscious and green. The trees are full of leaves giving privacy to my backyard daydreaming. The kids are happily squirting each other with the caterpillar sprinkler. Life doesn’t get much better than this.
The first was spotted three bites into my heavenly potato salad. Cue sound of needle scraping across a vinyl record. No worries. It was small, although it was heading straight for me. Since I can’t very well stomp on the table, I grabbed a piece of mulch and gently scraped it off the edge. Then I stomped on it triumphantly.
This second spider was nearly the size of my head. And it was just calmly
walking lumbering along. Raid took care of this monstrosity. My perfect day will not be ruined by nature. It’s been five minutes and I think it’s finally stopped twitching now.
Back to delicious random thoughts. Another swig of Diet Coke followed by beautiful calm makes me wonder why people say to choose water over soda. How bad could soda be? Diet Coke has no calories or carbs. It has very little sodium. Other than inhibiting weight loss and robbing teeth of enamel, what’s the big deal? It’s soooooo yummy and it makes me soooooo happy . . .
Another sneezing fit. Spring in California. The itchy, watery eyes don't convince me to go inside. My irritated throat makes me cough inside or out so I stay out.
All conscious thinking has flitted away like the dragonfly darting across the yard. I don’t fight the sweet nothingness of this moment.