“But Dad, I need (insert anything a child may want), it!”
“You don’t need it, you want it,” Mom’s response coming out of my mouth.
But here I am, right after Christmas, wanting, no, desperately needing something new. An iphone, or at least a new ipod and a new phone. Do I need either? Nope. I’ve never liked my phone, but it does what I need it to do. My ipod is ancient; I got it when my name was still Julie, (I started going by Jay in 2006). You know what? It still works. I may be tired of all the music on it, but if I push the triangle button, music comes out.
Why this need? I learned years ago, that when I start to get the itch to buy stuff, something is not right in my head. I’m the same way about cleaning. If I’m on a cleaning rampage, Adrienne will ask, “Baby, is something wrong?”
So what is it? Could be lots of things. 2 weeks before my latest surgery, Adrienne’s Mom moved in with us. I had lung surgery, then the holiday’s. Adrienne’s brother and his 2 kids stayed at our house for 12 days. I start 6 weeks of 5x a week radiation on Tuesday. I have a cold. The surgery site on my chest still hurts. I can’t seem to write. (This is beginning to sound like my journal…)
A friend of mine has a great way of stopping herself from buying things. She says to herself, “Everything I need is right here”. And you know what, it’s usually true. I have a warm fire, a charged computer, food in the fridge, a wife that I’m crazy about (and she about me), 3 excellent kids, tons of books to read, a basket of yarn to practice knitting with, a phone that texts, stacks of records, a new can of Skoal, The X-Files on Netflix, and a cozy bed. I may not know what is wrong with my head, but I really don’t need a thing.