A post about warmth and kindness

I feel that when I wear a sweater, jacket, or coat that belongs to someone I love, there is an added warmth to it. I felt this way as a child, when I would wear my parents’ sweatshirts. I felt it even more when I was in college, became homesick, and again, would dress myself in sweaters and jackets belonging to my Mom, which I would not-so-subtly snatch during my visits home. Now, it’s my boyfriend’s hoodies that do the trick. Walking my dog in the bitter cold is more bearable when I am snug in Dustin’s aroma.

There is much that I want to share and put in words, but now is not the time. I will share a little story from the previous weekend, though.

As some of you may or may not know, I do not own a car. I hate cars. I appreciate that they get me places and all, but I do not want to own one nor drive one. I rely on public transportation, my legs, and carpooling to get about. I have done so my entire adult life, and while not always convenient, I have made it work. This also keeps the environmentalist in me content.

Dustin does own a car, but it has been acting up for a few weeks and so over the weekend, I decided to walk to Target for some necessities since we couldn’t take that darn vehicle. The store is only about a mile away from our place, which is a short distance for someone who enjoys walking and running as much as I do. Surprisingly, though, Dustin decided to join me and off we went, hand in hand, chit chatting, discussing what we needed to buy, and enjoying the weather.

After getting the things we needed, we ended up looking at trees, of course, and since they were half off, we decided to look for one to put up at our place. How could we resist? We found one that we both really liked at a pretty cheap price. It was the last one so we bought it, even though we realized we would have to carry it back home.

We were likely less than a quarter of the way back, Dustin carrying the huge tree while I carried bags full of everything else we had purchased, when we noticed a car pull over ahead of us. A man stepped out of the driver’s seat and motioned for us to get in. With shock and gratitude, we accepted the offer, put the tree and bags in the car, and climbed in as well. The driver was an older gentleman and once in the car, we met his wife, a sweet old lady who paused when I told her my name because she loved it so much.

Obviously, the ride was short because we really weren’t too far away, at least not by car. When walking with bags and a six-foot tree, sure, it seems pretty far. I can’t remember their names because the entire time we were in the car, both kept talking over one another. The man talked to Dustin while the lady talked to me. It was hard to listen! Once they had dropped us off, they wished as a happy Thanksgiving and went about their day. What a happy and sweet couple!

I hope that Dustin and I grow old together and can some day do something sweet for a struggling young couple as well. Not that Dustin and I are in dire need or anything, but we did lack a car! My bigger hope, though, is that we can pay it forward sometime sooner rather than later.

Be kind to one another, y’all. This world needs more kindness.

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LOLs

Today, I have laughed and laughed. Laughter is the best medicine, especially when you share it with others. It also warms you up, agreed? It is so nice to be surrounded by people who share my sense of humor. People who can laugh with me make the best friends. I can laugh with Dustin all day, which is probably one of the reasons why our relationship works. I love that guy.

All I want to do is laugh. If you make my laugh, I will love you. If I can make you laugh, I will be happy.

Lately

What a week I have had. Towards the end of last week, my sweet pup started showing signs of not feeling well. This, of course, stressed me out beyond reason. As much as I care for others’ animals and offer advice in caring for sick critters, when it’s my own, I sort of panic. Canelo being fourteen years old doesn’t make matters any better.

I did everything I know to do to help him get well and make his signs go away. I fasted him, gave him Pedialyte, cooked a bland meal for him, and tried to take him outside more frequently. Unfortunately, he ended up having several accidents in our home on Friday regardless. Dustin, my truly amazing and wonderful “roommate”, cleaned them up since he got home hours earlier than me. By Friday night, Canelo appeared a lot better, but I wanted someone else to back me up on my medical opinion.

I took him to a vet clinic that is less than a block away from our place. Not surprisingly, he behaved wonderfully and the staff was able to do all the testing and get all the lab samples they needed. I was one proud momma! The doctor agreed with me and said that Canelo looked great. He ended up having a urinary tract infection, which I suspected, and is now on antibiotics. You would never believe that he’s as old as he is, nor that he was ever sick. Good boy.

All this in the midst of work becoming more and more tiresome. I will not go into those details, but being short-staffed and overbooked has become trying. I go to work dreading the day and leave having that dread substantiated. I am just grateful that I only work two consecutive days before getting a break. Well, at least I do until I’m on-call. Ugh.

It is my mission to make the most of my days off, my days of freedom. Last weekend, after getting Canelo all taken care of, Dustin and I enjoyed a date at Flying Saucer. It was certainly nothing fancy, but he and I never go out alone together. Usually, we go out with other friends or meet up with them or run into people we know. Saturday, it was just the two of us, sitting next to each other with nothing to do but drink and talk and talk and talk. It was perfect. I told him afterwards how much I enjoyed our outing. We left the apartment to go “grab some beers”, but it ended up being a wonderful date. Much needed. Oh, and the beers were delicious AND Dustin paid for them all.

Sunday was another wonderful one. Soon after waking up, I realized that I had had one too many beers and promptly took an 800 mg ibuprofen. Less than an hour later, I was brand new and set off for some adventures in uptown with my best friends. I miss those gals. Geeze, Daisy. Why don’t you make time to be with the people who make you happy and help you realize that life is more than the badness that gets you down? You’re thirty now. You should have learned the lesson and put it to practice.

Today, after doing some shopping at Target, I went to their little cafe for a quick snack. I sat and ate it slowly, giving myself time to enjoy the warmth before setting off to walk home in the wind and cold. I got up to throw my empty cup and plate away and the little old man working behind the counter asked me if I enjoyed my snack. He asked in such a way that made me feel as though he genuinely cared and as if it mattered to him that I was happy. I honestly told him that I did and thanked me. He smiled, content with my response and ready to serve another hungry soul.

He made my day. More so than the retail so-called therapy I had just partaken in (although I did get a lovely coat, a new winter running top, and patterned running pants!). Now all I want is to pay it forward and make a stranger’s day sometime soon. Another goal to work towards!

Tis the season

This year, I hope things will be different. I hope I won’t be as grumpy as I usually am because I hate winter.

I don’t like the holiday season. I hate thinking about all the slaughtered turkeys. The materialism of the season highly bothers me. I despise the cold and the shorter days. All I want is to do is sleep. Just hibernate like a bear and awaken in the spring. That’s when daisies pop.

This year, though, I will attempt to adopt a new attitude. There are countless people who absolutely thrive this time of year. They love it! Why can’t I? Here are my plans:

  • Enjoy the holiday lights
  • Plan a Friendsgiving potluck
  • Go to Holiday in the Park with my cousins
  • Buy Stars tickets for myself and the sisters
  • Run, yoga, run, yoga, run, run, run
  • Have a great time with Dustin for his birthday/our anniversary
  • Do not take sunny days for granted and go outside!

[sigh] I hope I can do it. I also want to buy plants, perhaps do a little decorating as well, all while avoiding the television because the Christmas commercials are already unbearable. Right?

Happy times!

Why I blog

Why do I blog instead of just keeping a personal journal?

do keep a personal journal. It is an absolute mess. I do not bother with correcting my errors, the tone can be needy, the syntax is awful, the subjects disgustingly self-centered… Mess.

I guess, in all honesty, this blog is as self-centered as my journal. This blog is about me, about my life, about my thoughts, about my goals, about the people I come across, about the things I discover, about the issues that matter to me, and about all the things I do. But I publish here because I actually have to try to write well. That’s really all I want. I don’t want to have a popular blog with an impressive amount of followers. I simply want to write well, well enough for those who do choose to read my blog to genuinely enjoy doing so.

That’s why I do How Daisy Does It. One daisy day post at a time.