Sunday
morning already, and an early one too, the second cup of coffee and
already finished the fluffy Aunt Jemima pancakes. Again the summer
seems to be far, far away, and I can not blame the people taking what
ever last minute they can put their hands on. A bit selfish on the
other hand, I still have 8 weeks to go, so not having very sunny days
while I need to go to work, is not that bad..... its actually not
that bad outside, almost perfect weather to work in the garden and
get some stuff done, so I hope something like this will last the
coming week. The result will be that my terrace will be clean and
ready for some summer days where I can sit outside till late, read a
book and enjoy being home. At least yesterday I cleaned the front
part of the garden and noticed that I am for sure not a landscape
architect, just bought what I liked and once home tried to give
everything a spot somewhere in the garden. I succeeded, so more green
to make my little oasis in the front a bit more private. Its nice to
have a green wall protecting me from the people walking my street, a
little privacy never hurts.
Last
night I was chatting with a friend, and we talked in length about
relationships, present, past and future. Where did we go wrong, or
what changed? Who to blame, pointing finger, and finding faults. All
to improve and make the next one work, there it is again “work”
together with “relationship”. I wonder if, when we would receive
a salary for it, we would put more effort in it? Talking about
options I remembered this one:
“A
man has two options in a relationship: Either STAND UP and be the man
he needs... or... SIT DOWN so he can see the one behind you! “
So be
noticed, let him know you are there, up to what point? Ever heard the
sentence:”you are suffocating me, you are everywhere”? We were
going over some more options, talking about how much is actually
much? After about an hour we decided that you can not put a line in
general, somewhere it will be crossed by one or both. So this walking
on a thin line must be established by both, strange we can have
doctors without borders, but no love without them. Ever wondered why
we put fences, borders or limits on things we cherish the most? Well
we did, it used to be that relations needs compromises, to make it
work and last. In a way we agreed on that, no two people can be
exactly the same. We had a lot of fun going over the rules we both
have playing the game of love, where we would welcome things with a
smile, or putting the knife on the table in others. The two of us
have had and subsequently lost a couple of “lovers”, so we had a
few things to talk about. And their seems to be a truth in the fact
that we go for the same (troubled or not) type again and again. They
might be from different backgrounds, or in my case countries but we
seem to be able to find the same ones again and again. Its harder for
me to find my car keys on a Monday morning.
Painting
a perfect picture of what we want, that wasn't even the hard thing,
understanding why, was a little of giving in how selfish we are in
looking for Mr. Right. The list can go on and on, but secretly in the
end we want a cute, sexy one with no fuzz, so we can have sleepless
nights for a good reason, lazy Sunday mornings together, and someone
who takes out the trash, oh, and almost forgetting a chef in the
kitchen and enough intelligence to make a good living so we can enjoy
the port in summer while lounging in our garden, next to the swimming
pool. Yeah, right!!!! something tells me that is not going to
happen.
So we
asked, is love to be a part of me being pampered in this world? Its
sometimes easier to work a little harder and drink the port with my
feet in a bucket of water in my little garden. And not have the fuzz
of a guy to please, just imagine he thinks the above is you!!!
listening
to a romantic waltz playing on the stereo, how easy it is in a
operetta, sing and dance and in the end it will all be well. Johan
Strauss, I wonder what you would have composed in 2013.
maybe
this would have helped, as I think it hasn’t changed yet;
Being
a male is the matter of birth, being a man is the matter of age, But
being a gentleman is the matter of choice.
So many
things seem to go easier with music, unless of course you two
love-birds have to find a tune to compromise on. And there we go
again, its indeed like a dance, we go round and round again holding
each other, in the same room, just trying to get a different look
before we start redecorating, and honey you could be the first
furniture going!
Love,
even on a relaxed Sunday morning, we can not be lazy about it, it
keeps us busy. On the other hand, if it wouldn't, life would be
pretty dull. And we would probably swamped with blogs about dogs and
cats, just think of that one, the next time your eyes catches someone
and you think; “couldawouldashoulda”. If not buy a cat!
Have a
good one today, I am going for a waltz with the vacuum cleaner, dance
and do something here, just hoping no-one sees it and want me to
makes his Mr. Right for this...
Wienerblut,
here I come!!!
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