For Today. . . Monday, July 15, 2013
Outside my window. . . the sky is gray and the air heavy and damp. As I write this, I am sitting on the back porch.
I am thinking. . . that simple, routine days can be a good place to rest in times of struggle.
I am thankful. . . for the good friends my kids surround themselves with.
In the kitchen. . .
I am wearing. . .pajamas;)
Over the weekend. . . Dan and I went to the History Colorado Center downtown, Joe came over and we made dinner together, I started a new book (see below).
I am creating. . . a new blouse. After years of taking a break, I have this desire to start sewing again.
I am going. . . to meet my stepmom, Carol, for brunch today.
I am reading. . . The Book of Summers, by Emylia Hall
I am praying. . . for a young man struggling with substance abuse issues; a young couple who lost their baby.
I am looking forward to. . .going fabric shopping with a friend on Wednesday.
I am hearing. . . the dog next door barking at a squirrel. The flap of the doggy door as Lilly rushes out to check on the situation.
I am learning. . . that some lessons are NEVER over. (Still working on this one.)
Around the house. . . I'm running a laundromat! On Saturday, we had laundry going for ourselves and my mother-in-law (still recuperating at a rehab facility), and number-one-son came over to do his laundry. It was an exercise in choreography, but it was all done by Sunday.
A favorite quote for today. . . From The Book of Summers, by Emylia Hall . . .
"Family. . . . rambling dinners with elbows on tables and old jokes kneaded and pulled like baking dough. Or dotty aunts and long-suffering uncles, awkwardly shaped shift dresses and craggy mustaches, the hard press of a well-meant hug. Or just a house on a street. Handprints pushed into soft cement. . . "
Some of my favorite things. . . libraries, porch swings, ruby red grapefruit juice
A peek into my day. . .