Hello from Starbucks, alone today. And, yes, Starbucks, I will be the next Starbucks for Life Winner. It’s coming. I win big and I win often.
It’s raining. Penn State plays in a half hour in the Gator Bowl, but I won’t make it back to the campground by then. I have to exchange a PS4 controller first. Just started my period on the drive here.
As I was falling asleep last night, I thought of something to write about. Of course I can’t think of it now. We watched the movie Finders Keepers last night. It was interesting. Kinda funny, weird, sad. A pretty awful story about becoming famous for something stupid, it followed the 15 minutes of fame for two guys fighting over an amputated leg. It seems to have served them both in a crazy cosmic way.
We’re hanging out at the campground activity center for wifi and TV now. The activity director is trying to give away candy, playing a candy game. I had to push my kids into playing. Seriously. Oh, John just won something. Max already bought me a Snickers, so I’m set.
Penn State is losing to Georgia.
John won again. Ooh, Payday. Max automatically did the Palouse Prairie silent applause. It cracked me up. Anne got a Snickers. Nice. Now there’s a takeaway round. Max stole a Snickers from a kid with two things. We’ll see how this ends. Ha, his sister took his other piece. She ended up with three things. Jeez, now they’re putting out pink cake. And there’s coffee.
This has been an icky day physically. Cramps, poop, bad mood. Winning combination for life in an RV. And then I remind myself that thousands of people are fighting for their lives today. I shouldn’t complain about some cramps. A lot of people would be thrilled to have a 45-year-old healthy body that is going through a normal period with some discomfort. I’m an ungrateful loser.
I have four healthy happy smart funny adorable kids. I have a healthy smart funny adorable husband. I have a whole body and sound mind. I have a place to sleep, food to eat, water to drink, clothes to wear, places to explore, electronics to screw around on.
I should be thrilled with these gifts from God. I should shut up about every little slight imperfection in my day. We don’t have to take the shortest, prettiest, most perfect way to our next destination. I don’t have to have the sauce ready and waiting for the pasta every time.
I wish that were true. I wish I could smile with each step. Without thinking about it. I wish I could smile and shrug my shoulders with each kids’ spill, stumble, slurp. I wish I could move on gracefully after each little mistake I make. I wish I could carry myself like the Pope, sending loving thoughts to each person I pass.
I’m not the Pope.