Self-image


This meme is dedicated to the revelation of the mundane. What about ourselves is ordinary and even boring in its typicalness?

Where do I begin?

1) I live in my yoga clothes. I always look as though I am heading off to a class or returning from one, depending on whether I have showered yet or not.

2) I eat breakfast every day.

3) I really like being a housewife. Rob recently pointed out that I live a Hollywood wife kind of existence. Upon closer examination, I realized he is right. My life is by and large self-indulgent now. Even the things that I do daily that are “work” aren’t really when compared to what my life was before or the reality of most women’s lives.

4) I am not a blonde. My hair is sort of brownish strawberry blond. Nothing that would catch the eye.

5) I am still washing dishes by hand and still not unhappy about it.

6) I can read a whole book again.*

 

Meme Terms and Conditions

1. Link to the person who tagged you
2. Mention the rules on your blog. 
3. List six unspectacular things about you.
4. Tag six other bloggers by linking to them. (Consider yourself tagged– post on your blog, or comment here as it pleases you.)

 

*Reading is the first thing to go when you have been widowed. Don’t ask me why but it seems to be almost universally true – provided you could read in the first place.


Friends? That’s probably a slight overstatement. What I have are friendly acquaintances.

What makes me think so?

Well, today at the grocery I was engaged in a conversation by a woman who works there whose daughter goes to the same elementary school as BabyD. She inquired about Baby’s level of excitement about grade one as school begins again next week.

BabyD is a bit apprehensive and torn honestly and so this woman – whose name I can’t remember – chatted about little ones pre-school jitters for a bit before I had to push on for the checkout and a massage appointment.

This is on the heels of a weight-lifter at my gym who is also in my current yoga class. We have been chit-chatting and yesterday she waves to me from her car as BabyD and I were headed home and she was obviously heading inside to work out.

And then there was Darlene, who remembered me from my first yoga class and is in the class with me now. We chatted about our yoga schedule for the fall and a weekly yoga strength training class that I am taking and she is considering.

Since I don’t really remember how I made friends outside the workplace (well, okay, mostly I didn’t*), I am not sure if I am on the path to new friends or not.

I do know that it isn’t all that horrible to know people well enough to carry on a conversation here and there.

 

*That’s not entirely true. I wasn’t that much of a loser.