The Five Dollar Anti-Depressant
I awoke to another gray and rainy day.
It’s been raining FOREVER. We’re stuck inside; it’s even beginning to get the new PUPPY down.
I slogged through the morning. My older daughter Ana was easy to rouse this morning because she had a pretty new shirt and some new socks to wear to school. Remember the days when coordinating socks and shirts could brighten your whole attitude?
I drove her to school and as she was getting out of the car, her best friend Nina was also arriving and --are you ready?-- Nina was wearing the same exact shirt!
Remember when wearing the same clothes as your best friend was the best and coolest thing ever? Remember that?
I got Jane up and ready (Jane is learning how to yo-yo and this is just a HUGE DEAL) and I went to the grocery store. In the rain. My feet were wet and my attitude was poor so I decided to stop by the Starbucks. I ordered my coffee and paid the $2.65 with my gift card (left from my birthday) and as I turned away, I had this momentary impulse and gave in to it. "Here," I said to the Barista, handing him a $5 bill.
He was astonished. "What's this for?"
"Just because I'm in a really good mood and I've always wanted to do this. Have a truly spectacular day!"
Sometimes, you can create your own reality for $5 and some coordinating socks.
It’s been raining FOREVER. We’re stuck inside; it’s even beginning to get the new PUPPY down.
I slogged through the morning. My older daughter Ana was easy to rouse this morning because she had a pretty new shirt and some new socks to wear to school. Remember the days when coordinating socks and shirts could brighten your whole attitude?
I drove her to school and as she was getting out of the car, her best friend Nina was also arriving and --are you ready?-- Nina was wearing the same exact shirt!
Remember when wearing the same clothes as your best friend was the best and coolest thing ever? Remember that?
I got Jane up and ready (Jane is learning how to yo-yo and this is just a HUGE DEAL) and I went to the grocery store. In the rain. My feet were wet and my attitude was poor so I decided to stop by the Starbucks. I ordered my coffee and paid the $2.65 with my gift card (left from my birthday) and as I turned away, I had this momentary impulse and gave in to it. "Here," I said to the Barista, handing him a $5 bill.
He was astonished. "What's this for?"
"Just because I'm in a really good mood and I've always wanted to do this. Have a truly spectacular day!"
Sometimes, you can create your own reality for $5 and some coordinating socks.
Comments
And I bet that Barista does too now.
I do remember those days when coordinating socks were the BOMB (or, you know, "rad"), but back then they were fluorescent...hope Ana's got more fashion sense than kids my age did when we were her age!!
and coordinating socks makes my day too.
And I'm wearing my hand-knit socks today - thanks to YOU!