You know, I just keep thinking about that blog post of Mary's yesterday. I remember very little of my childhood, a result of shock treatments as a teenager -- long story. But occasionally something from back then jumps out for me like it happened yesterday and I never fail to be startled at that. So it surprised me after I read Mary's blog to remember the time when my great grandmother died. I was just a kid. Not sure how old but under 10, I'm sure. But the thing I remembered was how they found her attic filled with dresses and things they had bought her over the years, all still in their original packaging. And I remember how when she was alive she always seemed unbearably sad or angry whenever I saw her. I never liked being around her at all and I don't think I ever saw her smile. What a perfect example of what can happen to you if you don't learn to appreciate life in the present moment. Maybe that's why Buddhism appealed to me so intensely. I'm sure it at least had something to do with it.
And speaking of appreciating the present moment . . . I think I'm going to go make myself one of those really nice salads with all the stuff I love in there. I rarely bother to do anything like that when Mark isn't home. But tonight I'm going to make one just for me.
Life is good.
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