What a Great Day
With Thanksgiving, the days of the week were skewed. Yesterday felt like a Sunday.
It was a day where I spent the day ruminating. The day was largely spent in my bedroom porch sitting back, watching traffic and reading in between time. I seemed to have a lot of things to think about. No solutions were needed for anything. A day to ground myself was needed.
I did do several hours in the studio yesterday in the afternoon, the time that I usually spent doing a posting on my blog. The sandwiching of Luella’s blanket has slowly begun. When it got to the point of pinning everything down, I closed up shop before digging out the bag of safety pins.
Today, Dennis and I were on the same page. After morning coffee. the dust bunnies and other grit and grim caught hell. My target was the kitchen range. Dennis manned the vacuum and then the wet Swiffer pads. No corner was left alone as most of our furniture can be moved out. Not pleasant to think of, the reality of sluffed 0ff dead skin cells and lint that only a laminate flooring in the bright sun shine can show. A carpeted flooring . . . they would hide for a long time. Felt skids under heavy furniture is the ultimate.
Our target to wind things up was twelve noon. Nailed it!
Pickled Herring, cheese and crackers made for a great noon spread.
We checked the week’s schedule and other than two PT appointments for Dennis, it is a quiet week.
Megan should be back in Lynchburg, Virginia, by now as her flight was at 6 a.m. this morning. It was great seeing her and Nicholas this last week. Hard to believe she will be nineteen on the 2nd. Nicholas is two heads taller than me and he proudly announced that he has his learner’s permit for driving.
Yes, this feels every good as a Sunday could. Petitions sent heaven bound and a tidied home with a whole lot of local effort having been spent. Sweet!