Let’s clear this up right away. Unless you think I’m typing this from beyond the grave, the type of affair I’m talking about is not the Dr. Phil spill-your-guts version. If it had been, my wife would have taken care of business and she’d be currently collecting that life insurance policy I spoke about earlier.
So what (not who, thank you) am I having an affair with? It’s certainly not the gym, having only had two dates with that entity in a year. I have cheated a bit lately having dabbled in a dalliance with some donuts courtesy of my boss who brought them in to a company meeting. Some warm Krispy Kremes would temp anyone to stray, right? And yes, I will admit to falling off the wagon about once a year and entertaining a bunch of old Twilight Zone reruns back-to-back-to-back, just as I am doing right now while pecking out this blog. And if Groundhog Day sidles up and nuzzles my DVR, I will give in to temptation and drop everything to watch it (for the 30th time). I could watch that over and over. Oops.
No, the affair I am talking about having is with everyday life.
I probably just lost half of you. That last line would indicate that I might continue in this vein and bore you to tears with the rest of this essay. Well, from my perspective, boring is the operative word. I now have a whole new appreciation for the daily stuff that is just part of everyday life. Even the mundane. OK, before you give me any well-earned grief, I do not categorize annual trips to Hawaii as mundane. That is a wonderful anomaly. But getting up on a Sunday morning, grabbing a cup of coffee and the paper (remember, I’m a dinosaur and still read the printed version) delivers a renewed sense of enjoyment that I had taken for granite. Oops. Granted. Still have our kitchen remodel on the brain. That wasn’t so mundane either I suppose.
Likewise, just having a couple of friends over for a glass of wine, even if it isn’t Rombauer, and something that happens on a regular basis, now provides a whole different perspective on what it means to enjoy life to the fullest. It seems like a simple thing, and something we all do, yet to me, it now means everything. Of course, that is a bit of a metaphor, yet every daily encounter with what might be termed “just stuff,” is no longer just stuff. It’s life. And I’m damn glad to be partaking. And that’s a different type of partaking than I referred to from my college days.
Alright, enough philosophizing. Those of you that I bore on Facebook know that I was recently the recipient of a very cool 61st B-Day gift courtesy of a couple brothers and my sister-in-law. They conspired to talk Nonito Donaire Jr. into autographing a boxing glove for my birthday last month, personalized to me and my “Get Fuzzy” battle. Nonito is a four-division world champion and the former IBF, WBO, The Ring Super Bantamweight Champion. His manager tried to brush off my sister-in-law but she was not taking no for an answer. And Nonito was very accommodating. What a very cool birthday present.
On another note, I was somewhat disappointed that nobody either noticed, commented on, or solved the secret code I inserted in my last blog. Go back and take a look at my booking picture. It is actually quite obvious and you don’t even need your secret decoder ring. What a sneaky way to gain additional blog views, eh?
Business as usual. Day at a time.