Nothing Special
This was a nothing special Saturday. Now that I am on the downhill side of this Saturday, it feels special.
I am in my element when I can have a tidy home and a supper to put forth. I had a lot of energy at seven this morning. As I got up out of bed, I took the bedding right with me to the washing machine in the bathroom. Bubbles churning, I put together my breakfast. One of Dennis’ scones sure was tempting. Not. I did do my yogurt, flax meal, apple sauce and blueberries. Maybe tomorrow morning I won’t be as strong. I feel better if I lay low on the refined sugar and white flour.
On to the supper. I rough chopped the last of an onion and sautéed it to get a good caramelization. Pasta, lean ground beef browned, a cup or so of corn kernels, the onions and then churned with the contents of a jar of Clssico Tomato and Basil. It is a warm day to have the oven going later on. Equally, it is a good day to put out a good meal . . . with leftovers guaranteed.
By twelve noon the fresh bedding was back on the bed and the older ones on Stauffer will not be going out for supper. It did feel good to take a break in our west house porch. We have Thrush birds that nest under our awning. It makes for fun to watch them flit from the evergreen to and from their nests. Their song is a joyful one. I had a cup of coffee left from breakfast. Add to that . . . even watching some traffic was relaxing.
There was one seam stitched and ironed this afternoon. I am making headway even if the back doesn’t appreciate the sewing studio time.
I am not overdoing it in my day-to-day routines. I am participating in all my usual activities, just not to the max. It feels special to be on track after six months of . . . not so much.