My Way

The cerulean Colorado sky today.

It's lovely to get home.  Even this small thing,  coming home and getting home,  is so different in this new single life I have.

Max's flight out of Denver did not leave until seven Saturday night so we didn't have to drop him off till six.  That would never have happened with FH (former husband) in the picture.  No. Either Max would have been told to get a very early flight, and we all would have left Fort Collins at the crack of dawn to get him to the airport; or he would have been dropped off at the airport ten hours early.  On the day of departure from anywhere, FH adopted a no nonsense, no fun approach to the day.

 My "single" Saturday, on the other hand, was quite leisurely.  Mid morning my sister and I drove to this mountain trail and hiked it, following up the rather strenuous walk with a double, wet, vanilla cap at Starbucks. Back at my sister's we all lounged around talking, and finally Max, Katy and I moseyed out to the car.  But we still weren't finished having a nice day.  Nope. We stopped and had a relaxing lunch before leaving town. It was just so darned pleasant and  completely opposite to travel-home days in the past.  This was my agenda. 

A light, wet, snow was spitting from the sky as I left the airport making the freeway slippery and the glare from the headlights on the wet pavement more irritating than usual.  Within a half hour my eyes burned, and I knew I'd better have a stout shot of caffeine. But no old gas station cup of coffee for me.  Oh no.  I would have another of those vanilla caps.  Yikes! Two in one day. But who's counting?  I mentally studied the location of the freeway exits in relation to the Starbucks in Colorado Springs and made a plan.  Once off the exit, I decided to pop into the grocery store for a roasted chicken and salad ingredients (the best food for restoring ones waistline after the big feast). Right there next door to the grocery was this little wine shop where I remembered buying a wine I love on sale (7 Deadly Zins).  Heck. I'd just run in there and see if it was still on sale.  It was.  Finally, I rounded the Starbucks building, bought the cappuccino and a chocolate for Katy, drove back onto the freeway, and headed into the mountains and home. I might add that the radio was playing continuously and of course it was my favorite stations I listened to.

It was all that spur-of-the-minute activity that was a novelty for me.
A  pure...unadulterated....novelty. 

You don't realize how much you compromise within a marriage. Sometimes the compromise is quite disproportionate to the disadvantage of one of the partners, the one who would rather just go along with whatever it is rather than argue. As everyone does in life, you pick your fights. But at some point some people, like me, look at their lives and realize they aren't fighting for anything anymore. Not even a nice lunch on the way home from a vacation. That's how you lose the joy. Resignation is a killer.

Once home, I unpacked the car because it was about 29 degrees and I couldn't let makeup or food freeze overnight.  After that I was so wired from the vanilla caps I poured a glass of the new, excellent wine and went to the den with a roasted chicken and baby lettuce sandwich and watched "The Jane Austen Book Club" for the third time. I crawled into bed around one.  

Such a nice day.

And as I suspected it would be, a nice holiday too.

Comments

[t.allen-mercado]

It certainly sounds like you had a fabulous holiday weekend. Your tales of liberation and joyful transitioning are inspiring.

[Mim]

Your back!
Your return day home with the two coffees and chicken and salad and wine all sound delightful.
Thanks so much for sharing that story of your difficult Cmas with me.
THat was very sweet.
And playing Santa for your son when you didn't feel like it.
Yes we've cried a few tears, and we sure don't know how the future will turn out.
Glad your home safe and sound.
Years ago, we lived in Pueblo, Co for one year. There was snow on the ground that year from Halloween til Easter... a cold snowy winter. It was 1972-1972!
Mim

[Alex]

Woo hoo! Glad to see you arrived back safely. And wow, what a GORgeous blue sky! :)

*hugs*

[susan]

A perfect description of all the perfect little moments that can happen in life ... and all in one day.

xo, from the Nova Scotia gang

[Braja]

Good philosophy: neither makeup nor food should freeze overnight! Hey Anya, do you have a "followers" option on your site? Makes it easy for others to see on their site when you've posted...

[anya]

Mim, I live a little over an hour into the mountains west of Pueblo. I hate a year when the snow is like that. I don't believe Pueblo has experienced anything like that in years.

Thanks for the comments Susan and Alex. I always love to see your comments.

Braja...I've got to look into that. Is that different than an RSS feed? I'm quite a newbie here in the tech world.

[anya]

t. I commented on your blog that I was happy to have found you again. Thanks for stopping by again.

[Alex]

Hi Anya...thank you for stopping by! I love your visits. :)

I hope you have a beautiful weekend! *hugs*