Those Three Little Words￼￼￼
This time of year, the romantic love promo machine kicks into high gear. People without a partner, or a partner that seems not to care, feel Less Than. It’s enough to make you irritable.
But then everyone is irritable lately, so you’ll blend right in. Even Siri is cranky. “Ready to send it?” she asked this week. I did not respond quickly. READY TO SEND IT?? she repeated. I said never you mind, Missy, I’ll send it myself.
The reality is you don’t need romantic love to be happy. You can love all manner of things. Your home. The arts. A creature. Night. Friend Denise said that in 2022 she wants to do more things that bring her joy. Smart. Maybe you love a sport or hobby. Doing good deeds. Cooking. Napping.
Me, I love bargains. Like discounted grocery items (expired oatmeal: the other ancient grain), and buying used medical supplies on eBay. Also watching the Olympics, much as the winter sport crashes terrify. Resting. Learning an instrument or language. Sending unexpected gifts. And reading those three little words that form the perfect sentence. More on that later.
Angels among us
In December I searched online for Flash Mobs because my niece had suggested we do one at a Catholic christening we were to attend. I gazed at Youtube, entranced by mall shoppers suddenly ripping into Ode To Joy. As one will, I got sucked into other Youtube recordings, and came across Angels Among Us by Alabama. Despite the corny 80s filming and styling (sunglasses indoors) and overt whiteness, I dug the song; the images of simple people who had done great deeds (including two children) had me bawling. I dare you.
Never trust a snow bank
In a recent storm, I drove through a slender snowbank in a parking lot, which sadly concealed a curb I had never seen before. In nautical terms, I ran aground. After frantic calls to the manly men I know, no one could help beyond some best-guess suggestions, including Trusty Editor who was, I think, impressed with my trick driving. I sped on foot to NAPA for pro advice, where two manly men were eating pizza in a large pickup, the kind of rig that means business. You could tell they were the sort of men that know…everything. I explained my car was on a curb. Expressionless, they set aside their pizza and followed me.
At the scene, one instructed, “You’ll throw it in reverse and we’ll lift it.” (You’ll LIFT it? A car?) Sure enough, after briefly analyzing angles, they lifted it exactly right, off the curb. I gushed, “I wish I could embrace you without COVID!” One replied, almost amused, “There are nice people out there.” With no ado they returned to their truck and pizza pie, which I’d have paid for if I’d had any cash. While they looked like the type of men that don’t accept much in the way of thanks for a good deed, I nonetheless should have offered. Gentlemen, if you see this, I owe you a pizza. Good people indeed. Angels among us.
So, Dear Reader, stop being cranky, shop local for your Valentine, whoever or whatever that is, and do things that bring you joy. Lie down outside and look at the stars. Help or be helped by a stranger. Build a snow fort. And, oh, the perfect three little words? Reduced To Clear. Bring on the bargains. Good day.
Posted on February 14, 2022, in holidays, humor, Mischief, personal, romance, rural, Vermont and tagged Angels Among Us, other things can be your valentine, valentines day sucks. Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.
Bravo Ann! There are indeed so many alternatives to romantic love to make us happy and fulfilled. Discount ice cream being one of many!
Last week I passed the Ben & Jerry’s stocking rep in Shaw’s and asked where he’d put the Topped ice creams….he told me I’d just missed the Buy 2 Get 4 special. Wanted time machine.
(Not so much a fan of ice cream as a fan of ice cream with a lot of crap in it.)
Bravo Ann! There most certainly are many alternatives to romantic love that will bring us joy and fulfill us. Discounted ice cream is certainly among them.
Good one!!! Love to you!
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You make the world a more wonderful – in the true sense of the word – place to be. I hope your car is okay! That must have been an alarming situation. Thank you for elevating my thoughts this frigid, dark morning by sharing your perspective and tales of good deeds!
You make the world a more wonderful – in the true sense of the word – place to be. I hope your car is okay! Did you build that snow fort?
Janet, I knew this was you from the first few words. Because you’re such a lovely, kind creature. Neighbor kids built it, ran into some roots but no matter! They were proud.
I know this curb–it is fly paper to cars in winter. It is also an angels-among-us detector par excellence. Good job rooting out those angels; they were well disguised. You miss very little in your travels, it seems. And in the process, you give me a fresh appreciation for the town and townspeople I’ve been surrounded by all my life. Kudos!
Janet, you are a writer yourself. I mean, that’s poetry, WOMAN!