dinner for one.
i often critique the 9-5er and veer as far away from it as possible.
but like any good critique there are good points and there are bad.
i am well-versed in placing the bad memories in the furthest reachings of my mind. the memories that are too bad to mention to your friends in normal conversation. but what do you do with the memories that are too good? where do you put those?
i miss eating dinner with my family.
we ate dinner together every night. my mom had (and has) the same job throughout my childhood and her hours never varied. traffic and muni permitting, she would be home at 5:30p, go to her bedroom to change out of her work clothes, take off her pearl earrings she wore everyday, and make dinner. sometimes she would forget to take her earrings off and she would be in her home clothes with pretty earrings on standing over the stove. my dad would sometimes fast forward a dinner also, just to help the lady out.
dinner would usually be on the table at 6 or 6:15p. she would scream my name from the top of our spiral wooden staircase, though she would say she was just talking.. my dad sat at the head of the table, i sat next to my mother, and my brother had one whole side of the table to himself. the end of the table was reserved for viewing of the tele whilst we ate. it was mostly news, and bad news to boot. the kinda news that didnt really make you feel very good. so i just stared out our window and watched our reflections over the ocean. i liked to stare at the lonely street lamp on palmetto. no other lamp posts wanted to be near it, but it didnt care - it poured a mellow yellow gold light from its top and illuminated the night.
sometimes my brother would miss dinner because of baseball practice. and sometimes i would miss dinner because of swim practice and work, but for the most part we ate all our dinners together.
i remember going over to different friends houses and being amazed that some of them never ate dinner with their parents! they just got to eat whenever they wanted, or their parents would take them out or order out a lot. i felt envious of them.
now as i struggle for a rhythm or flow in my own life, i miss the company of my family and the rigid eating schedule of my childhood. eating together is so important; even my cat believes it! i remember all the dinners ive shared with my friends and the joy that i feel when sitting around a table with people that i love- with people who i choose to be apart of my family.
eating regularly is equally important. with my current commitment to a slimmer tummy and a healthier lifestyle, i hope to endure the empty dinner table and make it through to another meal.
but like any good critique there are good points and there are bad.
i am well-versed in placing the bad memories in the furthest reachings of my mind. the memories that are too bad to mention to your friends in normal conversation. but what do you do with the memories that are too good? where do you put those?
i miss eating dinner with my family.
we ate dinner together every night. my mom had (and has) the same job throughout my childhood and her hours never varied. traffic and muni permitting, she would be home at 5:30p, go to her bedroom to change out of her work clothes, take off her pearl earrings she wore everyday, and make dinner. sometimes she would forget to take her earrings off and she would be in her home clothes with pretty earrings on standing over the stove. my dad would sometimes fast forward a dinner also, just to help the lady out.
dinner would usually be on the table at 6 or 6:15p. she would scream my name from the top of our spiral wooden staircase, though she would say she was just talking.. my dad sat at the head of the table, i sat next to my mother, and my brother had one whole side of the table to himself. the end of the table was reserved for viewing of the tele whilst we ate. it was mostly news, and bad news to boot. the kinda news that didnt really make you feel very good. so i just stared out our window and watched our reflections over the ocean. i liked to stare at the lonely street lamp on palmetto. no other lamp posts wanted to be near it, but it didnt care - it poured a mellow yellow gold light from its top and illuminated the night.
sometimes my brother would miss dinner because of baseball practice. and sometimes i would miss dinner because of swim practice and work, but for the most part we ate all our dinners together.
i remember going over to different friends houses and being amazed that some of them never ate dinner with their parents! they just got to eat whenever they wanted, or their parents would take them out or order out a lot. i felt envious of them.
now as i struggle for a rhythm or flow in my own life, i miss the company of my family and the rigid eating schedule of my childhood. eating together is so important; even my cat believes it! i remember all the dinners ive shared with my friends and the joy that i feel when sitting around a table with people that i love- with people who i choose to be apart of my family.
eating regularly is equally important. with my current commitment to a slimmer tummy and a healthier lifestyle, i hope to endure the empty dinner table and make it through to another meal.