It’s Sunday morning, my husband has won another prize. He is the most winningest (is that a real word?) person that I know. Of course, it helps that he enters into every drawing and contest from around the country.
I can only imagine what the outcome of this announcement will bring to our front porch in the next few weeks. The poor mailman has dragged packages of all shapes and sizes to our door and amazingly he still waves and smiles when he sees us in passing.
“We only have an hour to claim it, so we have to go right now.”
Blankly, I stare at him. I am still in my pajamas and sipping a cup of coffee on the couch while he is preparing to collect his latest prize. This one crummy cup of weak coffee is the only adult pleasure that I am still allowed and I. Need. It. Sometimes, I wake up early just to get started on my one cup of the bitter nectar of life.
“I cannot go anywhere until I finish this coffee.” I declare firmly.
“Mmmm…..” he whines impatiently without words and waits three seconds.
“Ok, how about now?”
I sigh, there will be no peace until the prize has been claimed.
“Let me brush my hair.”
I change into a clean pair of leggings and t-shirt, my uniform as of late, because regular pants, shirts with buttons and dressing up in general is for regular sized, non-turkey-sized-baby carrying people, and we set off. After a very long waddle down the road, we finally arrive at a brewery where I collapse into a chair while my beloved makes his way to the counter to collect his much-deserved prize.
He returns to the table with a double win, a Kurt Vonnegut book and an order of a Cuban inspired brunch. We devour a stack of pancakes infused with guava jelly and topped with freshly whipped cream and a plate of fried eggs with a side of sliced mangos. What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is mine, I secretly think and pull the book towards me across the table.
Just like brunch, The Sirens of Titan is exactly what I need to remember to take life less seriously but not for granted, to dream of adventure and travel, and to consider that we might not have any control over our path in life, but we can control our attitude, our sense of wonderment and how we treat those who walk along side of us during our short time on Earth.