Head Firmly in Sand

Anyone who knows me well, knows I tend to be the eternal optimist. Sometimes, that is difficult to do. And yet, I persevere. It is a very icky time out in the real world - politics have devolved into chaos, incivility is at its highest, and there is serious unrest all around us.

But not in my world. I am very intentionally protecting my safe and happy existence here in my bubble of happiness. Some people may say I’m hiding my head in the sand, but I’m not. I’m preserving my sanity. So sit with me for a while and let me paint a cozy picture.

Yesterday, I attended a meeting at the Penn Club in NYC - a very old, very fancy place. I got there early as I had other meetings in the City, so I was glad that I arrived in time for High Tea.

I tucked in an oversized leather sofa right next to a huge fireplace with a fire happily crackling away. People always speak in dulcet tones in this atmosphere, no phones allowed. I was so happy to just have time to sit and relax in the midst of the crazy NYC.

There is a big storm warning for a storm that started today and is bringing actual weather to us. It has been a very warm fall, and this is the first day it hasn’t gotten to at least 50. But, for the first time, I’m actually looking forward to a change of season, from autumn to winter. I think it’s because of the smells of the city. It hasn’t rained in a very long time, so the general aroma is old barf, condensed pee and resting garbage. I’m ready instead for cinnamon, hot cider, and eggnog with rum, please.

In grandson news, last weekend we went to the beach, to the European market for groceries and to my home for a brief respite. He’s matured a lot since the last time he was here. This time he made a bee-line for the toy box, and played with the toys in a much more linear way - all the blocks in one place, the stacking cups in another. We systematically went through all of his books, and he was reminded that he has another home here - always ready and safe, filled with yummy smells and peace.