Today started off bad. I woke up late, there were issues with the water in our building (this is an all too common occurrence), and a lovely hairball was waiting on me in the living room when I made it in there. It only got worse from there…
Some twat apparently decided that Diverse Universe would look better with a brick through the window last night. I mean, the moron didn’t actually make it through the double paned glass, and it looks worse now, what with the duct tape and plywood to protect it, than it did after he had his little bit of fun, but he did manage to do enough damage that repair is going to cost more than I make in a month.
(I have never understood the need for destructive vandalism. As a teenager, I won’t deny that I left my mark in a few places with the aid of a Sharpie from time to time - though now I couldn’t for the life of me explain why I needed to do that - but I never felt the need to actually cause real damage to anything. What is it that drives people to do such stupid things?)
Then there was work to do, and customers in the stores, and busy, busy, busy. The people that technically own my leased car called to inquire as to why I had not yet made the March payment. (Um, because I don’t have the money at the moment?) And with the whole running late thing, I didn’t have a chance to grab something to take for lunch today and we were too busy for me to run over to the lovely Drug Mart across the street to grab a snack, so I didn’t have anything to eat from about 12:30 till closing. Not eating for more than 8 waking hours makes me a little grumpy.
What I mean to say is that today sucked.
But then, I got home. As soon as I walked in the door, I knew something was weird. The smell of garlic permeated the air… I looked at David and said “What did you try to cook?” (A. He RARELY cooks. B. I wouldn’t think he would cook with garlic if he was going to, since he’s always complaining that I use too much garlic in my cooking. C. When he does try to cook, it usually means a big mess in the kitchen for me to clean up.)
“Um. Dinner for you. Or at least I tried to… I don’t know if it’s any good… I think it might be too garlicky.”
Sweetie, I have tried to tell you before, there is no such thing!
Fearing the worst, I peered into the dish. Ok, it looked alright. I took a bite. I nearly drooled on myself.
“Yum! Honey, this is wonderful! Thank you!!”
After consuming a large serving of the most wonderful garlic/olive oil/red pepper pasta (low carb pasta of course) dish I’ve had in a while, I noticed he’d cleaned up the kitchen too.
“Yeah, I made a big mess when I was making that so I had to clean it up.”
Wow… I was speechless. (Knocking me speechless is a real feat, ladies and gentlemen.) Sometimes he can really be sweet. These are the days when I start to feel guilty about occasionally plotting his demise.
Stuffed, and feeling oh so much better, I went to change into my around-the-house-clothes, and noticed the mail. Why was there a letter from my dad there?
I opened it. Cute card, we miss you, letter inside. Unfolded the letter and a check fell out. A BIG check. No, like, nearly a month’s salary big check. I - and I mean this quite literally - fell to the floor where I had but a moment before been standing and began to hyperventilate a little bit.
The timing - for both my boyfriend and my father - couldn’t have been better.
Now, the real reason I’m telling you all this is really just that I wanted to share the letter my dad enclosed. (Which I read after I’d managed to start breathing normally again.)
Dear Grown Kid, [I’m guessing they sent one of these whoppers to my step brother too]
We just wanted to give each of you a little lift today. Not expecting eternal gratitude and not trying to buy love, but thought how nice it would have been when we were younger just to get a little unexpected prosperity once in a while.
Only thing we ask in return is that you read the following paragraph, and consider that you might be getting good advice from some older souls:
Only condition for cashing this check is that whatever you do with the money, you spend at least a little having a good time. We have all kinds of wants that sometimes feel like needs, but which we deny ourselves because of what seem to be more pressing needs. Don’t neglect to give yourself something you want, for no other reason than it’s good to be good to yourself - as in all things, with something like moderation.
Night on the town would be our advice, but your old thirtysomething heads might be somewhere else; so disregard that specific advice as much as you want to.
Also be moderate about being moderate. Any virtue taken to an extreme is a vice.
Reading something like that might give you a tiny bit of insight as to why my mind works the way it does. I was raised like that. (Though, I was NOT raised with extravagant gifts of large checks. This is a new development - as we were poorer than dirt when I was growing up. Not that I’m complaining, mind you.)
Just a few hours ago I was dead tired and dragging my ass home from work. Right now I’m so hyper and jazzed up with happiness and a good dinner that I didn’t have to cook, I don’t think I’ll sleep for a few more hours.
And of course, I’ve got some product research to do. Though I know that many of you will think me crazy for wanting to spend a windfall on such an item, I’ve been talking about buying one of these for over a year, and now, I really can. (Though I haven’t yet decided on the exact model, this is the one I like best so far.)
With this, I might be able to go from a roller coaster day to actually fitting my big ass into the roller coasters at Cedar Point comfortably. (Don’t ask, you don’t want to know.)