Posts
 |
| Bettejo Dux has lived on the cosmic garden island
of Kaua'i over 30 years. She is an animal lover, people lover and lover of life.
Today Bettejo blogs about the perfect day for you and her... Enjoy!
You can order a copy of her Novella "The Scam "below.www.bettejodux.com
|
A PERFECT DAY
Create one. A special one. Just for you. Forget the guilt trip-ignore the guys who push it-enjoy enjoy, you deserve it.
And it’s healthy, too.
My sister- in- law was a hard working school- teacher. Her perfect day was Sunday. She stayed in bed all day.
I have a beautiful friend who loves to spend an entire day in her fantastic 20X20 foot closet. More plush and perfect than any of the most elegant dress shops, it’s a dream works. Music. Air conditioned. A rose red carpet so shockingly soft she can tumble, twist and luxuriate on it surrounded by a flock of glamorous pink velvet pillows. A giant gold-framed mirror reflects and perfects everything over and over and over again. Gowns and shoes and accessories on display -over and over and over again. An enormous glass enclosed shower/steam room swallows her whole and spirits her out perfected.
She emerges the following day ready to save the earth and all the living things in it. It works for her.
Few of us can take that route, or would want to, but we can cheer her on and maybe enjoy a moment enjoying, in our dreams, her day.
That works.
Me? Well, I’m a nature freak.
“When I pass a flowering zucchini plant in a garden, my heart skips a beat.” Gwyneth Paltro said. I love her.
I love to get lost in the woods, feed my zoo and take what’s left of the day off. Do nothing. Find a tree to sit under, or in, or a mound of green to lie on, and watch shape shifting clown clouds scribble on a sea- blue canvas.
Vagrant silent breezes dance with overhead and earth bound leaves. They lift and fly and float and shimmy like a divine chorus on an infinite stage.
A bird winks a whistle. Others answer in their own way. Sometimes I think they’re talking to each other. Other times I think they’re competing. Who can make the silliest sound? The prettiest? The most cacophonous?
A lone brown hen, who looks like a piece of Kauai red dirt skips by, scuttling quiet as a mouse down an unmarked path.
Sometimes my grown up puppy, Bootsy, joins me. Even Ari, on occasion, bumbles by. They both love animal crackers. Me, too. We share a bag.
I munch on salmon, crackers and cheese, a potently deviled egg and wicked potato salad. Sip chilled Chardonnay. And let quiet, food and nature nurse me back to health.
I have to feed the zoo dinner but sometimes I return from my house/barn and watch the sky begin to glitter. If I’ve planned it right I can watch the moon rise.
My life is so complicated it takes me a day to prepare for my perfect day but sometimes leftovers fall free into the day after.
Works for me.
Perfect a day that works for you. Make it up. We’ll enjoy it, in our minds, with you.
 |
| Bettejo with her best friend Boots |
Hana Hou, (Encore) Shared From Facebook...
2 comments:
My perfect day starts with a letter to the editor published in the garden Island news, and then a nice Costco or Mexican Lunch with Bettejo Dux! Happy Birthday Karen!
What a wonderful story, Bettejo. I've a new hen friend--now named Ms.Mully, for Mullaloo where we reside. (Not to be confused with Ms. Molly). Ms. Mully and I have become fast friends. This clever hen "flew the coup" to find our place. She flies into the tree and hops into our garden (yard). At the end of the day, she returns home for the night. If I have not brought breakfast to her by a certain morning hour...well, she begins to kick-up bull dust until I appear. Ms. Mully recently was placed on "house arrest" for flying the coup--her rightful owner placing an easy black band around Ms. Mully's left ankle. Reminds me of Martha Stewart. Ms. Mully is permitted to come and go as she pleases. Having lived in Kauai so many years, and my daughter and I having raised so many rescue chickens, I learned a thing or two. Ms. Mully is still trying to sort the whole thing out--beginning with how I can trill like a mama hen!
Post a Comment