I have to admit that one of my favorite paintings is “The Scream” by Edward Munch. Perhaps, it is so easy to identify with, occasionally. And, today was one of those days for me. Yeah! I have those days, too. By the way, I do love the painting — to the point that I keep a poster size copy of it in my workshop. Maybe I haven’t grown up yet.
Anyway, I shared my Christmas tree episode with everyone and at last I have found a way to ban the kitties from the front room that has the big tree. Of course, that is little help for the wreaths on the front or the garlands. The tree is still standing. That’s what counts — as far as Christmas trees go.
Today I had to take a walk down to the very backside of the yard, past the cabin and into the wooded area that separates the bottom of the property from the subdivision on the other side. And, while I was there I screamed!
Someone once wrote a comment that he was so glad that I complained in a post one day. I try not to, but I am human. Today was one of those days. Everyone and everything seemed to be going in opposite directions at cross purposes. In other words, as one of my neighbors reminded me — I have been diagonally parked in a parallel universe for the bulk of the day. Some days it happens.
You see, I had my Monday planned to the minute, well, more or less. My mother-in-law, who recently turned 90, was having one of those days when everything hurts and nothing I cook is what she wants to eat and it was too cold in the house just before it got too hot. Get the idea?
My husband wanted to shave as I was walking out the door and of course I cannot leave him with a pan of hot water and a razor. He’s spilled a little hot water on his side once before and by the time I removed the pan from the tray and noticed his side there were huge red blisters. Now look, I don’t make his water all that hot when he shaves. He does have exceptionally tender and thin skin. Of course, he couldn’t feel the heat when the water splashed on him and there you go. Anyway, I had to stop what I was getting ready to do to watch him shave.
Mama Kitty stayed out last night and had not returned home by 2:00 this afternoon. My husband was in a panic although she always shows up. Since she was spayed, she seldom goes on long walk abouts. However, last night the air was clear and crisp, not too cold, and apparently she decided to walk the ridge.
By 4:00 p.m. my last nerve was raw. I really try not to get frustrated with my husband — and show it. He does so much more than most quadriplegics try to do. It just takes a long time to do it. However, I am so thankful that he does try.
I try to not get frustrated with my mother-in-law, even when her bacon gets cold because she got lost coming to the breakfast room. Of course, most often getting frustrated or angry with her serves no purpose as she more and more often fails to recognize the emotions or feelings of others.
SO — I walked down the backyard to the very edge of the property, well into the trees and screamed! I mean I screamed. Not one of those little feminine screams like when you see a mouse, but a real primal scream. It felt so good! Maybe it was taking such a deep breath and exhaling every bit of it. Or, maybe it was just letting lots of frustration out of my body and into the universe. But, it felt good.
When we sat down at the dinner table tonight, I didn’t mind my mother-in-law saying that she preferred eggs and bacon for breakfast and I was so thankful that my husband had successfully shaved without even a nick. But, most of all I am thankful for that walk down the back of the yard and the scream that made the rest of my day not only tolerable, but fun.
Guess it just goes to show that even when the day is trying, there is always something for which one can be grateful.
