Oddly benches for two are fine for one
It is the day after Valentine's Day. It was a very quiet Valentine's. But then most Valentine's are like that for me. For me, the holiday is more of "Singles Awareness Day". Everything reminds you that, if you are not in some sort of relationship, you are odd. And of course the number "One" is odd too. So it makes sense. One is an odd number. Single is another word for one (or oneness). Thuse being single is odd.
But I don't find it so. I don't feel odd. Maybe I feel a little left out, but then that can be cured by my own devices. Yesterday I took time to enjoy the day. It was a beautiful day here in So Cal. Clear blue skies, warming temperatures bringing previews of spring. I worked in the front yard and made it attractive again. I really like mowing the lawn with my reel mower, sweeping up fallen leaves, pine needles and pine cones and in general feeling productive.
In the afternoon I took myself on a spontaneous artist's date. I went to the UCR Botanical Gardens with my camera. I have been intending to go for weeks and this seems like a perfect day to go. It was. While not much was in bloom yet, the views of the Riverside Valley were spectacular. The cactus garden seemed very alive and the turtles were sunning themselves on a log in their habitat. I
While in the gardens, I encountered several couples out for an afternoon stroll. Oddly (sic) enough, I did not feel out of synch. I was happy taking myself on a stroll all alone by myself. I even wished two of the couples who were holding hands a very happy Valentine's Day. They smiled and thanked me.
That night I made an odd dinner of orange chicken (that's it, that's all, that's what I wanted). I following it with some Caramel Caribou Alaskan Delight ice cream and watched some television. As it turned out, it was a perfect, if odd, Valentine's Day. Just me and my three little dogs and their sister the cat. Who could ask for more?
Maybe next year will be different. It doesn't really matter. Now is the time I have and now I will celebrate my "oddness". Oddly enough, being single is not so odd after all.