The Stauffer Homestead
Among the red-letter days comes a day that seems to be unhinged. Going through the motions, almost like awaiting that zing to hit. That zing would include a fantastic idea for the homestead’s utility to be upgraded or a zing of an idea in the sewing studio. Here it is almost five this Wednesday afternoon . . . and I am still waiting. Hmm. So perhaps the message I am getting is that a ho-hum day does happen when there isn’t a zing in site . . . thus feeling unhinged.
All that is needed is that I talk to myself, allowing self to know that in a matter of six hours I can lay my head on my pillow and call it a day. I realize there are some days that I get over-stimulated and the bubble can burst at any time. Within these next six hours I don’t need to work my whiles on anything. I need to do what other 76-year-old retirees do more days than not . . . watch the clouds go by until the sunset takes over and my eye lids get heavy. It does remain a good God-given day and I still love myself.