Recently our Relief Society had a meeting that highlighted people’s “favorites.” I didn’t go because my favorite right now is getting my kids to bed and then going to bed myself to enjoy uninterrupted quiet and a spot of solitude before drifting away to blissful dreams of tropical shorelines and tan limbs. (Or something like that.)
But I contemplated going (which is almost as good as going) (SAYS ME) and because I did, I started to try and think what I would bring that was my favorite. Sadly, this task took a surprising amount of dedicated brainpower, and as I scoured the far recesses of wherever the want and comfort center resides in this ol’ body of mine, I couldn’t immediately cull up anything that I loved enough to set upon a table and make declarations of love for.
Except for my six-year-old.
(KIDDING. I TOTALLY DON’T HAVE A FAVORITE.)
Anyway, I kept thinking about possible favorites all day, wherein I made
And still couldn’t think of anything, while I chopped onions for dinner with a
SANTOKU THAT FITS MY HAND LIKE A GLOVE,
then sautéed them with
MY BEST RED RUBBER SPATULA,
and then raided the chocolate bin for
LINDT SALTED DARK
before I went to bed.
Then I woke up the next morning and over soft blue jeans put on my best friend: an old, thin, threadbare at the elbows and string frayed
and still couldn’t think of anything.
Sheesh! Dumb brain!
So, after using a smattering of
on my face, and brushing teeth with the only toothpaste I deign use
(TOM’S WICKED FRESH COOL PEPPERMINT!!),
I jumped into the car and drove the moisture spackled streets toward my destination, which was where now? I can’t remember—I was too bowled over by the sky and the way she fought with herself in a commingling of blue-grey and dark grey. The clouds were her soldiers, angry guards on the dark side, and on the other side, charging on invisible chariots of wind to defend her blue.
When I got home I wrote (PENTEL RSVP FINE TIP) a love letter to the dear sky in my journal (garden variety COMP NOTEBOOK)
and decided that perhaps I’m just too big for the base pursuits of figuring out my favorites.
Because clearly the sky is my favorite. But you can’t bottle the sky!
Silly Relief Society…
So I don’t really have any favorites. Nope, none at all. But tell me, what are yours?
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