“Six,” she says. “That’s it.”
“Are you kidding me?
“No,” I protest. “Six almonds is all they say you can have?”
I think about how often I enjoy almonds, which is just about every night. Start to think about how many —
Let the almonds be. I’m doing just fine where they’re concerned —
And besides, I bargain with myself, I haven’t had so much as a leg off a Gummy Bear in seven months —
(Not that I’m keeping track.)
And I can’t even remember the last time I had —
Oh, hell —
The point is, I guess I’ve been feeling a little — well —
And maybe it’s just the way things are these days. The economy and all.
Maybe it’s just a friendly reminder. A kind of note to self about taking care of self in changing times.
Because, yes, when it’s inevitable that things are changing — whether we want them to — or not —
There are endings.
Things to cut back on or cut out.
Things that may or may not be missed.
Things — or people — to kiss good-bye with tears in our eyes.
And in these cases, I think it might be best not to scrimp on the almonds —
While we wait patiently with hope in our hearts —
For the next hello.