Small passage in a book by Shawna Lemay
that comes to mind
often
“She was wearing magnificent three-inch black heels and a
sophisticated black party dress and her hair was glamorous. I
wore a grey sweater. And was too hot.”
days when I might have been one,
more often now,
I am most definitely
the other
today,
my Spotify wrapped put my age at 83, oh…
but I will say, also could not define my top genre
as I listened to 281 different ones
and that part
did
sound like
me
this morning, I admire a lovely English woman
with an accent I adore
a lifestyle in the countryside, “a life of merry bedlam”
of which, I suppose I might imagine myself
to be
naturally, comfortably gorgeous in every way
in appearance, in home décor
children, and animals
adoring husband…
the
lot
of course set for a magazine spread, so possibly
not always this put together
funny that,
I do always imagine myself
an English lady
in a small cottage, surrounded by
a cacophony of wild flowers
comfy furnishings, and
books, naturally
I’ve sort of eased my fantasies about an assortment of animals
as too often I am reminded of incessant
allergies
but you know, never say
never
of course, I will tell you
I am none of these things
except maybe, ‘the merry bedlam’ part
I am instead, sat here
hair washed, but that is about all
dressed in an oversized sweatshirt and
dog hair
not the least bit glamourous
thinking of ways to drastically minimize
the state of my house
whilst also, quell the burgeoning panic
of not at all being ready
for
Christmas
fast approaching
and wondering once again, just how it is
I’ll manage
to pull it off
(*slightly-panicked procrastinator’s club member)
and this, as I am emptying out thoughts
let me leave you with this –
after being awaken several times in the night
by the dogs
very early this morning, I had a dream of
joyfully
gliding across the back garden
most beautifully covered in sparkling white snow
wearing only, a pair of underwear, arms crossed
hands covering breasts
on, what seem to have been
the 1970’s classic, Super Slider Sno-Skates
to tell my husband something most important
in full view of the backyard neighbour
who happened to be an old friend that I have not seen in years
(to protect the innocent, I’ll refrain from naming him)
and in the garage with my husband
was former Canadian television host Ben Mulroney
oddly none seemed fazed by my appearance
so there you are…
analyze that
also…
thanks for reading,
I do hope you have a most wonderful day! ♥