Waking up on a foggy cool San Francisco morning is my idea of
heaven. Lying in bed, looking out the
raised sash window through the trees lining the sidewalk to the gracious homes
across the street, I’m filled with a sense of well-being. My darling boys are still sleeping, and my
beloved husband is just waking beside me.
I turn to him with a sleepy smile and he shouts, “these cold sores in my
mouth are KILLING me!!!” No matter,
poor dear is so anxious about…well about everything. There is a lot to feel anxious about right
now, but, determined, I hang on to my good mood. Feeling a twinge of guilt as my beloved hauls
himself out of bed heading downstairs to coffee, I snuggle back in for just a
minute hoping he’ll bring me some too. I
must have drifted off because the weight of a 15 year old boy careening through
the air on to the bed whilst yelling, “HERE COMES FATTY” startles me. I remember my New Year’s Resolution not to
say “fuck” in front of the children and decide it is time to get up. As I
slowly sip the coffee my husband thumped down with an “anything else I can get for you?”
look I reflect on my life.
It is a good life. In
the grand scheme of the country I am one of the lucky ones. In the grand scheme of the world I won the super-lotto. In the grand scheme of Pacific Heights…we
may have a problem. Is it self-indulgent
to compare oneself to one’s neighbors when one’s neighbors are as rich as
Croesus and positively basking in the economic crisis? Are they a bit like Marie-Antoinette tending
her sheep while the farm workers look on ready to get back to work after she’s
finished having her fun?
I go back to a time not so long ago when my husband was a
successful investment banker in Silicon Valley. It is not that I did not have problems. Our darling cook turned out to
have a little drinking problem, my nannies kept leaving us for more socially
prominent children and I was the target of a raging sociopath who was
determined to ruin my meager social ambitions. But
then, something truly shocking and incomprehensible happened. My husband decided he wanted to
be…happy. Because I am a good and loyal person I decided
to stick by him and hope it would all just go away. It didn’t.
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Posted by: Melanie | June 17, 2009 at 09:46 AM
Thank you! The idea never occurred to me :)
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Posted by: TYFA | June 17, 2009 at 12:35 PM
at least I was darling ; )
Posted by: kari | September 25, 2009 at 12:24 PM
You were the darling-est, but I had to take a little poetic license...
A sober chef isn't really funny. :)
Glad you're reading!! Shall I put the kettle on?
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