A Beef Stew Kind of Love

Happy 2011.

Rambling right along.

Ideally, it would be nice, wouldn't it...

...if love made the world a better place.
...if love made me thinner somehow.
...if love took care of financial uncertainties.
...if love made work seem fun.
...if love made me laugh all the time.
...if etc, etc, fill in the blank.

Being in lust of course, absolutely has an inebriated effect upon the senses, but life-long love is often more like hot chocolate that sticks to your ribs on a cold day.

Hm. Hot chocolate. I shouldn't have said that.

Beef stew. *wrinkling nose* There, that's better.

A solid beef stew love is more than just that fairy tale stuff. And yes, sometimes it can make the bad things in life just that tiny bit more bearable. A tiny bit.

But I've got news for you, little spoiled brat in your 40s...

Who me?

Yes, you.

Me?

Yes.

*sigh* Bugger.

Having someone love you, whom you also love, doesn't magically fix all the things that need fixing.

*sigh* Really?

Really.

Time to face fight the symptoms of rheumatoid arthritis. (Yes, already, at my age, for real.)
Time to get in shape, again for good.

Then we'll see about some of the lofty goals. With my life-long, beef stew love right by my side.