Little things

October 25, 2007

I got some second hand speakers, a monitor, and keyboard a little while back.  No reason, really, other than someone got a new computer and didn’t need these parts anymore.  If you know me, you know that I blow my keyboards out at least once a year or so (okay, sometimes they last 2 years) because I’m always spilling coffee in the morning and cocktails in the evening and something is always making my keys get funky and sticky and gah.  SO anyway, the parts that I have now are from a different company than my tower, and yet they seem to work better with my system!  The hotkeys for skipping tracks actually work with iTunes!  The refresh page actually refreshes, the cut and paste buttons actually cut and paste, and get this – I hit one button and the calculator pops up!  I know I know I know, this will not cure cancer or the common cold, but it sure as hell makes me happy.

It’s the little things, you know?

 I went to lunch with JP yesterday.  We’d been talking about where to go and we both found ourselves dumbstruck to not be wanting sushi.  What we wanted, in fact, were burgers!  We went to W’s, even though B had already left for the day.  We arrived and were greeted with the typical “MAMAKOHL!” response ala Cheers!, and before I even had taken my purse off my shoulder, one of the managers and our dear friend arrived with cocktails (it was a late lunch, ya’ll – 3pm!)  After he left, the owner arrived and gave me a huge hug, talked to me about some knitting business, then told us lunch was on him.  Fantastic!  While we were eating, I looked at the corner of the bar and saw our manager friend and the owner “schooling” the 2 new servers and new bartender on who I am and what I like and how I should be treated.  Completely and totally unnecessary, of course, and that’s what makes it special.  That’s why I keep going back.  Little things.

I’ve been really unhappy with my wardrobe lately.  TOTALLY displeased.  Jeans don’t fit right, the cords seem to have no personality, there’s no art, no passion, no gypsy wildness in my clothes.  This, as you can imagine, will just not do.  I got frustrated because it’s not really in our budget to go and buy a zillion new things.  And then while I was writing in my journal this morning, my brain started buzzing about how to take what I have, cut the shit out of it, and stick it all back together in new and unusual ways.  That embroidered belt that I’ve had for ages but never manage to wear because I’m too curvy and it’s too big?  Well, shazzam, that little belt is now going to be the decorative cuffs on the too long jeans that will be cut off and cuffed to be worn with boots.  Dad’s old jean jacket that I’ve had since Jr High will be getting new life – the sleeves have been ripped and resewn so many times it’s nearly unwearable will be no longer.  It will get new fiber sleeves – cannot tell if I want to do something with Ozark or this really fab purple boa type stuff I have.    The “Too Stretchy to Be Jeans” jeans will be converted into a mid-calf length skirt with random stripes of retro fabric.   The embroidered jeans that have seen too many washings to be wearable will have the embroidery cut out and reapplied on a very typical button up white collared shirt with the sleeves cut off.  I could go on and on and on and on and on.  New wardrobe, no money spent, reduce reuse recycle. I cannot tell you how happy this makes me.  And it’s a little thing.

B and I had a date night last night.  NO kiddos.  We were going to go out.  We were going to dinner and to watch a movie.  We were going to do all of that.  What we ended up doing, however, was eating a pizza and hanging out in the dark on our back deck, wrapped in blankets, drinking hot cider, and enjoying a fire in our chiminea.  There was wind and flames and night sounds and the biggest brightest moon.  I want to do it again and and again and again.  It was perfect, simply perfect.  And it was a little thing.

Sometimes just saying something can make it so.  Happened to me this morning.  I just sat there, writing my Morning pages, and said out loud, “Life is an adventure.  Life can be an enormous explosion of creative expression.  Life can be a party!”  And just by saying it aloud, I convinced myself it was true.  And once I convinced myself it was true, it really became true.  Try it for yourself – it’ll work. I promise.  

Little words, little action, huge results.

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