My morning coffee. Fresh, crisp, fall air. Cool breezes. The smell of gasoline (mildly). The skunk smell (mildly). Quiet moments. The sound of my husband’s voice. Sunlight. The sound of my younger brother’s laugh. Starting a new book. Stories about my nieces and nephews. Watching movies by myself. Being with my older brother. Smiles exchanged with strangers. Driving on country roads. Talking with my Mom. Holding a newborn baby. Trees. Rocks. Water. Listening to my sister tell a story. Paddling until I ache for a portage. Portaging until I ache to get back into the canoe. Waking up in a tent. Sleeping in a sleeping bag. Sleeping in a hammock. Swimming in a lake. My Dad’s love look. Swinging on a swing-set. My kitten’s pink wet nose. Music that transports me. Helping my family. Dinners with my sister-in-law and brother-in-law. Soft touches of my kitten’s paw. Laughing. Curling up under a blanket on a cold, rainy day. Cuddling with my nieces. A starry sky. Being in my husbands arms. Warm socks.
Why is women’s clothing so complicated? The pants I am wearing today feature two clasps, a button, and a zipper. Is all of that necessary? Men’s pants — one button and a zipper. And they don’t seem to have a problem, what gives? All the buttons, clasps, belts, and ties double my time in the bathroom — it’s affecting my productivity! Perhaps that’s why there is a glass ceiling for women…while we’re spending all that time in the washroom (oh and then there is fixing your mascara, freshening your lipstick, touching up your hair — not that I do it, but I’ve seen others primp…), the men are appearing busy at their desks. Again, I blame the fashion industry.