….like the first morning. Can’t you hear the Cat Stevens song running through your mind? I suppose that’s a sign of my age, but it’s a song I’ve always liked, and it’s suited to my mood this morning.
\nI rose early. I’m pretty much on my own today. Dear Husband will be sailing until late afternoon. Elegante Mother has gone to visit my Second Sister for a few days. Second Son has plans to picnic with friends. I was touched when he sounded worried about my being alone. I reassured him that I’d be just fine, that his father should be home in time for dinner, and I planned to enjoy the day doing “just me” things.
\nI made a quick stop at the grocery store. I’d planned to get just a few things for dinner tonight and tomorrow, but I saw several “Buy One, Get One Free” sales. Yesterday, at church, I saw a display asking for donated items to defray the cost of Bible School. I chose three of the items for Elegante Mother to provide. *G* One of the three was “five boxes of Ritz Crackers.” Today they were on sale, Buy One, Get One Free! Talk about serendipity!
\nI’ve started the laundry, and cooked some pasta for a cold pasta salad. I watered the indoor plants and the container garden. I’ll get some time in on the sidewalk garden, and maybe even the garden along the front of the house. There’s still stuff to plant.
\nIt’s been lovely to have such a laid-back weekend. I put up my quilting frame again. It was possible to have both a Christmas tree and the quilting frame in the living room, but it looked awkward, so I dismantled the frame and stored it for the holidays. It’s taken me this long to get back to it. My quilting bee is bound to rib me about it.
\nI watched a little TV. I ate Denver scrambled eggs for dinner last night. I worked on a crossword puzzle, and answered some e-mail. I just simply vegged out! Sometimes it’s good to be able to direct your own life, and work at your internal pace, rather than having to meet demands of your job or your family’s needs. I hope you all have the chance to find a few days like this.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
….like the first morning. Can’t you hear the Cat Stevens song running through your mind? I suppose that’s a sign of my age, but it’s a song I’ve always liked, and it’s suited to my mood this morning. I rose … Continue reading