This morning I realized that having shaved legs and a clean kitchen make me feel good. The world can be spinning madly on but as long as those two things are in place, life is great. If I get all dressed up to go out and my legs aren’t showing but they aren’t shaved…my night is a little less exciting. If there’s spit up all over the carpet, a shower to be cleaned, a bed to be made but a clean kitchen? ahh, then life is complete.
And shaved legs got me thinking about my mom’s cousin. They are what you might call *loaded* and growing up my mom and grandma would clean their house once every other week. How would you feel about that? Making your cousin and your elderly aunt get down on their hands and knees to clean your toilet? But I’m not bitter…it was that little side job that allowed us to take trips like Maui and Disneyland together as a family. And a few years ago they found a latina woman to do the job for a lot less. So, I guess everyone wins….except the latina woman….and my mom and my grandma.
But my sister Faith and I used to accompany them on this exciting journey. They lived in a huge house and had cable tv and fruit roll-ups in their cupboard. But the most exciting thing they had was a Power Wheel Jeep. Does anyone remember those things? Well, 10 year old me and 13 year old Faith would jump in that thing and ride it around all day. I think it had a weight limit of 50 pounds or something. Whoops. So, those were some of the joys we had growing up…having a blast with a 2 and 4 year-old rich kids’ toys.
But I’ll always remember their mom (my mom’s cousin’s wife) never shaved her legs from the knee up. I think b/c she was blond she thought she could get away with it. Nope. Not even a chance. That hair shined like gold. And I never understood why a rich woman didn’t shave her upper legs (as if having money gives you that extra little motivation to do so).
Which brings me to another thought….do you ever notice how rich people are always walking around in their pajamas? Ok, not literally but rich people often throw on some old shorts from 1989 and a “Cancun!” t-shirt they got on their last vacation. I saw this all the time working among the rich Marinites here. Hair in tangles, eyeliner from yesterday, dirty sweatshirt from your husband’s golf bag. You look like a million bucks. I guess it’s kind of cool. They have nothing to prove. Or when they dress up, they could be wearing a little black dress made of silk that cost $798.00 but it looks just like the one in Old Navy’s window. It’s interesting. No offense if you’re rich and reading this (although I doubt any rich people read my blog) But these were just some observances from a middle-class fellow American.
Those are my thoughts for the day. It’s going to be a life-changing week.