The Pure White of it All
This morning as I was lying in bed, I looked out the north window and the pure white of it all on the Evergreen boughs made the world feel right side up. A new day for cherishing the past and a new day for what the Lord allows.
When there has been a family event that has taken place over a period of days, it is difficult to focus on what day of the week it actually is. Today is a Friday, that feels like a Monday.
On Stauffer Avenue, we are taking the day as it comes. Needless to say, Dennis is not lonely in the patio porch. Several of his cats were left outside while we had traveled north for an overnighter. Too bad. They assumed Dennis would be home Wednesday night and that they would have plenty of time to make curfew. Not! When we returned home late yesterday afternoon, it didn’t take long and there were the two chilled orphaned cats almost running over Dennis when he opened the patio porch doors. How hungry could two cats get in a 35 hour period of time! What with the snow this morning, all four of them wanted to sit in the open doorway of the slider window, but not put a single paw out on the white. Too funny. Dennis put his foot down and it was either in or out, as the furnace loves to huff and puff when the cold draft hits the thermostat.
Knowing the kitchen had plenty to offer and we would not go hungry, I decided to head to the sewing studio. Megan is coming right before Thanksgiving for a sewing retreat. I made sure to email Carrie the 
specifics that her and Megan would need on a trip to the fabric store as they had shared with me what the essence of the project was. I wanted to make sure I had a few things put away to make room for the apprentice. Somehow fuzz and thread end up dribbling and staying on the work surface. Tidy, tidy. I did give in to stitching a design on some pre-sewn dinner napkins from a previous sale purchase. Black doesn’t seem festive or for Christmas. I had to give it a try. I was not disappointed.
As I tucked here and there, a list came to mind that took me to pen and paper. We will have able-bodied people on board Thanksgiving Day to help with a bit of a job jar. Nothing strenuous. Nothing needing a building permit. Nothing that involves demolition. A few odds and ends that remain of getting ready for the winter.
I am content with the day. It may be a wonderful white outside . . . but . . . the wind chill of 2 degrees makes we oh so content to be inside. I still believe that there will be several warmer days to come. I am the eternal optimist.