People say you got to appreciate the little things, but really, that means the little things are actually the big things. If it's worth appreciating, how could it be a little thing?
After over 8 months of nearly constant rain with only a few days of sunny weather I just finally had a normal day. Barely 80 degrees but dry and sunny enough to go to a lake. I got my fresh homegrown and some rosé, red eyes and heavy lids, and the start of a tan. It's 7pm, sun still warm, trees and horizon getting hazy. I'm facing the water, the beach and the sun, and this ~20 year old perfect specimen of a girl in cream-white crocheted bikini frolics towards me and my wife. I mostly just see a silhouette with the sun behind her but I notice she's holding two cans. My wife looks at me and smiles as if she's happy for me. The girl goes "
Hiiiii-iiiiii... we got some beer left, would you like it?". They just packed up their stuff and were apparently old enough to buy alcohol but young enough to get into trouble with their parents if they'd bring it home. It's like $2 worth of warm beer, cheap piss not the Belgium premium stuff I normally drink, and I still had plenty of wine in the cooler, but, actual free beer... turns out it exists.
Little things, got to appreciate them.
Most probable reason she walked our way is cause we produce this cloud of delicious cannabis smoke and the youngsters look at at us like "see, we don't have to become like our boring parents", "yes you can grow up to appear like a respectable citizen and still get high and drunk in the sun", or something like that I imagine. Setting a good example for younger generations in any case.
Little things, got to appreciate them.
As if my first real summer day wasn't going well enough already, the gods were not done yet balancing the universe, dishing out some of that yin and yang stuff and make up for all that rain. A group of 7 or 8 guys and 1 girl comes driving up on their bikes and scooters. Loud as typical for 20-somethingers. This is a pretty mixed beach, with families and baby music to comfort their spawn, muslimas covered from head to toe as if they're about to go deep diving, the odd old modern hippie fucks like me, immigrants with languages I don't even recognize (which usually means it's East European), and pokebowl or kebab-eating book-reading podcast-listening loners. This group turns up the noise, increases the volume on their fancy bluetooth led speaker, and starts with our favorite song, created in the 90s, before they were even born. None of the hardstyle jumpstyle stuff, not german techno, but real oldskool dutch gabber hardcore house rave music.
To explain the effect this has on my generation this one works better:
When you're on XTC for a hundred weekends in a row and that's your favorite song it just leaves an imprint.
Little things, got to appreciate them.
I tell my wife "don't...." cause I know she's crazy enough. But I also know she never listens. Like absolutely never ever. So she starts wiggling her shoulders. "There's always that one girl" she says, quickly realizing she was talking about herself, too. It was as if we were watching ourselves 30 years younger. I was there too, reflective sunglasses, slightly better trained arms and hair and just a little bit cooler than the rest (subjectively speaking of course). The girl sees my wife, at a distance she couldn't have heard her, and notices we recognize the music, she smiles, notifies they guys of the situation, stands up, she and a few of her friends exchange a few fist pumps with my nearly 50 y/o wife, and the girl starts dancing. All the guys go quiet, mesmerized. And I think to myself...
...little things, got to appreciate them. Fully. Fundamentalistically. Summer is finally here! If there's an antonym for hybernating in winter, that's what I'll be doing for the next couple of months if the old gods' fortune remains upon me.
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but since this getting old shit has really started no more working on cars. Now I'm working on grow rooms! Now it's phone in what I want and wait for her to show up. Oh and seeing if I can transfer my rims to the new car. I hate all the rim offerings. My husband is rolling his eyes at me.
