Saturday was a weird day but somehow it was perfectly normal. It was unseasonably cold for August, it was gray, cloudy and drizzling. Weird. It was a perfect day to stay in snuggled in bed and watching tv or reading. That’s exactly what I wanted to do.
I was feeling bluish gray like the day, kind of sluggish, sleepy and lazy. All I wanted to do was nothing. I planned on sitting around, watch tv and fool around on the computer.
I saw the graphic above when I first signed on to facebook in the morning and it resonated with me so I promptly re-shared it on my wall. The image beautifully rendered and the quote was most fitting:
“Blessed are the weird people–poets, misfits, writers, mystics, painters & troubadours–for they teach us to see the world through different eyes.” ~ Jacob Nordby
While I myself can probably categorized as quite mundane and ordinary, I have always been drawn to and have deep appreciation for the ‘weird’. I like being around people who are different to the point of ‘eccentric’. I like seeing the world through their eyes. I like the riot of colors they see. It’s what the grayness that fills my vision otherwise needs badly.
After posting on facebook though, I wanted to go back to being mundane. My eyes wanted to go back to sleep and dream of wine. Lots of wine, preferably Sonoma organic wine and whine.
I really didn’t feel like getting dressed and going out. Then my youngest daughter walks in and starts talking about needing this and that for school on Monday. I whined, “Do we have toooo????”
Besides, my checking account balance is barely above zero. I was going to try and tough out the low balance until payday next week. I really didn’t feel like going into the savings or using a credit card to get what she needs.
I wanted to whine some more about not going.
She pulled the long, sad face on me and I was on the verge of grudgingly pulling out the credit card and dragging myself out of the funk. Slowly.
But then the doorbell rings.
I get even more annoyed. I hadn’t washed my face or combed my hair, and I hate unexpected guests. I figured it’s the Saturday missionaries again anyway, so I tell my husband to get the door and I hunker down tighter under the blanket, still pouting about going out and having to use the credit card.
I hear him talking to someone. I don’t go out to see who it is. I wanted to stay grumpy and whine.
After a while, he comes in with a huge smile and hands me some cash. He says, “Here, take that girl shopping. Someone just came in to buy a print.”
I don’t want to be known as someone energized by money. But boy, did that bring a smile to my face and energized me despite the grayness I was feeling just seconds before. lol!
Later that day, after I had gotten myself cleaned up and took the girl shopping for what she needs, I came home much more energetic and started cooking dinner.
I made chicken curry with vegetables from the backyard. I still wasn’t energetic enough to plate and take a good photo though, just took a quick shot of the curry in the pot. This was the best I could do.
While cooking, I was talking to my second daughter on the phone. She was telling me about having moved back in to school, her friends and her date the previous night.
During the course of the conversation, I was teasing her as usual. Asking pointed questions disguised as a joke. She laughed most of it off, but she punctuated our session with: “MY PARENTS ARE SOO WEIRD!!!”
Strangely, that made me feel really good 🙂
Call it karma, fate or whatever. But every time things fall into place and the right moment comes along just at the right time, I am always floored. And I always, always, give thanks for the weirdness.