I saw the cutest thing the other morning as I was driving to work. A perfectly ordinary looking couple (looked about mid-40's) was waiting at a stop light to cross the street, I assume to walk their dog at the park there. He had his arms wrapped around her and was giving her the biggest smack on the cheek, and she was smiling the hugest smile, it seemed as bright as the morning sun. It was so adorable.
Henry tells me, "Mommy, I love you all by myself." That means noone else can love me besides him, or at least not as MUCH as he does. Of course, he also loves "DcNonalds" (McDonalds) all by himself too.
Every day when I drive to work, I pass the homeless shelter. I see men (rarely women) who are waiting in line for breakfast in the cold of the already chilly August mornings. I see men standing on the street corner hoping to get a day labor job. If I drive by again at lunch time, then you see the young mothers pushing strollers, and the kids playing on the shelter playground. When I see this, I realize that I don't have a lot of problems. A daily reality check is a good thing.
Today I ate a sandwich called "The Machine Gun." Even though it was super delicious, I'm not sure I should eat such violently-named food. But I think I will be craving another one as soon as my liver and I process all the fat. Not an easy task these days without the help of my gall bladder.
2020 in Nutshell
5 years ago