Since I moved, I had forgotten how important it is to treat yourself to the things that fill your life with beauty and color. Last week, on an especially dreadful, rainy, windy day, I had to get out to buy milk. When I entered the store, I almost fell over a display of potted blue, or should they be called light leafy purple, flowers. They are almost the same color as my twenty years old raincoat, that is so thin and so unable to keep the rain out, that I picked one up to decorate my cart. I could always put it back on its beautifully arranged table, if I bought more than just milk.
Impulse buying is a dangerous thing, especially if you are hungry or cold or wet. I was all three, but with the plant in my cart, I could withstand a lot of temptations. I walked by my favorite butcher, with no more than a friendly nod. I slowed down slightly by the bakery, after I had picked up the milk. And then I filled myself with the thought that I could walk by the Deli section without any risk, but the cheese table and the sushi called to me. I was after all COLD and WET, and these things would only deplete my money, they would do little to weigh me down. After I park the car in the garage, I have a fairly long walk back to my place and a flight of seven stairs to go down and I have to always think of maneuvering my groceries down. And since it was dark and cold and slippery I passed up the goodies and headed straight to the checker of my choice.
When I got into the house and had shed my wet raincoat I turned on a few more lights. And then I put the plant on the coffee table. Such Glory! There was a very offending tag on the purple paper covering the pot. I pulled it off and threw it in the garbage can. And got a saucer to put under it. I turned on a few more lights. To heck with the green ideas. I poured the required milk in my casserole and put my dinner in the oven. I poured myself a drink and sat down to watch the news. LIFE CAN BE BEAUTIFUL.