I am a sucker for delicious words.

In front of me right now is a calendar full of fabulous pictures of Albert Einstein. I didn't purchase it because I am pretending to be cerebral in any way. I bought it for the quote that was on the front cover and the glorious 75% off sign above it. I am a sucker for words and for sales. The quote on the cover as well as the one I can enjoy for at least 2 more days of January is:

“I lived in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.”

DELICIOUS. What a wonderful adjective. It makes me feel fulfilled and content when I hear it. It harkens memories of fresh bread and chocolate. When it is used in correlation with anything other than food, I get all excited. So, when I read this I got all keyed up and plunked down the $3.95.

I bought this because of that one word. Now, as I read the word strung together with the other ones, I actually appreciate it as a quote. It is painful to be alone when you feel like you are that way because you have no friends. It is entirely different when you choose to be alone. I just got that. There is probably a collective, “duh” being shouted from all of you reading this. I am a little slow, plus he threw me off with his use of that amazing adjective. I don’t think I am in the delicious years of my maturity, yet I barely feel young. I am stranded somewhere in the middle. I think I enjoy my solitude in bits.

Thanks Mr. Einstein for making me think and for your hair which is absolutely delicious.