A book just finished -- Cutting for Stone by Abraham Vorghese, and a brand new book arriving in the mail for a blog review next month.
For the third week in a row, my husband has been traveling for work. I always carefully mark the kitchen calendar, noting the flight times on the day he leaves and the day he arrives home, my touchstones for when the house will return to some semblance of normalcy. This week, the familiar "LV (time)" marked Monday, and my hastily scrawled arrow covered the remainder of the week up until Friday, with no note on the arrival time. He phoned yesterday (Thursday) afternoon. To say he was on his way to the airport. "Coming home tonight?" Hallelujah!
Back porch conversation with Oldest Son. Sharing with him my tears of frustration over the never-ending antics of the Girl Child. "A teenager on steroids," I sniff. "So, be the Mom on Steroids," he replies.
Two hundred acres of Open Space a short walk from my house. Strolling through fields of wheat, listening to birds chattering, a soft breeze playing in the highest branches of cottonwood trees. The sound of my feet on the gravel path. The solitude is delicious.
BLTs and iced tea with lemon. We live on these in the summer.
I'm linking up with Susanne and Friday's Fave Five. Join us?