Good to be back home again

What a rotten morning this 1st January, I thought. No one could find my house slippers after our big move yesterday. I thought I would never see my red hand-woven leather slippers from Ahmedabad ever again. Not even a reward of big fat juicy kiss could bring slippers to being. Several miserable hours later, after pushing myself to pack away the little household goods we have (don't worry, it always start with one kitchen towel and free white plastic spoons from KFC) and after some kind of hullaballoo with K (ending with tears and the dreaded papasut (a visit to the spank-o-drome), I searched for my keys, grabbed them and went to the car to search for slippers myself. Lo and behold, slippers were right there in the front seat lying still like dead fish. "Wendell! Wendell! I wish I can give myself a big fat kiss", I said. Haha...

My feisty bits are now toning down. I was prepared to get angry the whole day, paying no mind to the adage of starting out on the right footing in the new year... But as it turns out, what is lost is found; what is new bears the same goal as last time... To be more in tune with self, more in love with everybody else; more inspired; more unhurried... Less bothered by things that do bother... more bothered by things that should bother... then to be happy with the littlest of things: my old slippers showing up; Kimo proceeding to finish his food inspired by his warrior ancestor; the firmness of our old futon mattress; this huge free TV showing 'Phantom of the Opera' from which I sit on this comfy free sofa... indeed, to be more thankful with ONLY the things that DO matter in life... Happy New Year all!