I grew up in a family that never didn’t have a teeny
tiny budget only for “necessities.”
Necessities did not include beautifully made hand-forged
oxidized outdoor furniture or gigantic brightly-colored market umbrellas in
multiples or 800-gram poolside towels that were stored in a redwood trunk
behind controls for a massive pool/spa in the backyard. Necessities did not
include thick foam pool floats in a black-bottom pool or a cocktail cart or an
arbor covered in grapevines that dripped big bunches of cabernet.
My friend whose family owns a prominent Napa Valley Winery
did not have to worry about saving for necessities, however. Nope, she had all
of those wonderful things, and she shared.
Every time my group of high school girlfriends and I would
gather at her home, we would say the same thing after sitting down and inhaling
the first scent of an oversized glass of sauvignon blanc, “It does not suck
to be us.”
We never took it for granted. Relaxing in a bathing suit
with said towel fallen off our shoulders and bunched around our waists, with
healthy tans and crazy swimming pool hair we sat and watched the sun set
directly over the valley from our place in the middle of it, a group of
cage-free teenagers amongst thousands of grapevines.
It did not suck.
Waking up leisurely after a big overnight party, each of us emerging from a different bedroom. The walk down the stairs of her geodesic dome
with a two-story ceiling. The coffee already made. The two extra-long
extra-wide burnished leather sofas facing each other, flanked by white
Wassily chairs. The five pugs snorting and drooling balls of spit while cuddled
up on the sofas in the crooks of my friends’ folded legs. The blurry eyes, the bathrobes,
the slow wake-up of the extremely fortunate.
Yeah, it didn’t suck.
I grew up in a painfully frugal family but my friend showed
me more. She shared her life, her home, dinners with her family, her dogs, her
world and I’m grateful.
She gave me a glimpse of how it feels to be rich, and it’s
beautiful.
2 comments:
Oh, do I remember those days fondly!
Yep, yep, yep.
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