a lazy day at home. quiet. (as the hubs is out of town). Omar keeps a watchful eye.
it's chilly. overcast. on. and off. rain. the odd patch of ice. a good day for. staying in. reading. movies. emails. chats. tidying closets. doing laundry. grilled cheese lunch. and left-over lasagna dinner.
leaving town in a few days. to Kentucky to do the Bourbon Trail. to Ohio to see my sister. Evangeline will see her first snow. sweaters. mittens. fleece-lined boots. on the packing list. adventures await.
'sunshine is delicious. rain is refreshing. wind braces us up. snow is exhilarating. there is really no such thing as bad weather. only different kinds of good weather.'
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
random post
all sorts of things pop up on my FaceBook page. mostly news from friends and kiddos. but the occasional odd story comes through from a random like. from a random friend. one of those came through today. it was a story about a 'little house'. a couple had built their tiny home on acreage. room for two in 500 square feet. blissfully happy.
it caught my eye because a drive in the country years ago took me to a place where they make these little dwellings. it was a lovely day walking among so many small architectural masterpieces. just big enough. and charming. and gave that 'what if' feeling that is so fulfilling.
so I promptly went to the blog of the little house lady. and here's the rest of the story. the re-post I saw on FB was originally written in September. tragically, two days before Thanksgiving, the husband suffered a heart attack and passed away. totally unexpected. heartbreaking. she is. somehow. dealing with her loss. what courage it must take for her to write. and share. she wrote, 'seems like the stars don't shine as bright ... .'
it is not what I expected to find. following that story. visiting that blog. but I will continue to watch her journey. and learn. be thankful. grateful. blessed. traveling my own.
'I didn't say 'I love you' to hear it back. I said it make sure you knew.'
it caught my eye because a drive in the country years ago took me to a place where they make these little dwellings. it was a lovely day walking among so many small architectural masterpieces. just big enough. and charming. and gave that 'what if' feeling that is so fulfilling.
so I promptly went to the blog of the little house lady. and here's the rest of the story. the re-post I saw on FB was originally written in September. tragically, two days before Thanksgiving, the husband suffered a heart attack and passed away. totally unexpected. heartbreaking. she is. somehow. dealing with her loss. what courage it must take for her to write. and share. she wrote, 'seems like the stars don't shine as bright ... .'
it is not what I expected to find. following that story. visiting that blog. but I will continue to watch her journey. and learn. be thankful. grateful. blessed. traveling my own.
'I didn't say 'I love you' to hear it back. I said it make sure you knew.'
Sunday, February 8, 2015
on the ottoman
another on suggestion from a co-worker. simple. enjoyable. poignant. remarkable. easy to set down. pick up. put on. pass along.
'I think that true religion is the kind heart.'
'I think that true religion is the kind heart.'
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
tomorrow
I am craving quiet. the sound of silence. patter of little feet permitted. no tv. conversation. questions. confrontation.
I've been surrounded. engulfed. besieged. people talking to me. not so much with me. at me. last night after a meeting. that followed a meeting. that followed a meeting. was a breaking point. and I came home crabby. (and I despise being crabby.) the hubs took it gracefully. he is the kindest man I know. but I felt awful because he was the last one standing. covered in my apologies.
todays been more of the same. yap. yap. yap. blah. blah. blah. another meeting. blah.
but tomorrow. I am home alone. with a book. and Omar. a cup(s) of tea. comfy clothes. the occasional nap. I sigh. thinking about tomorrow.
'somewhere along the way the answer to the chaos became a quiet holy mantra.
be still. be still. be still. be still.'
I've been surrounded. engulfed. besieged. people talking to me. not so much with me. at me. last night after a meeting. that followed a meeting. that followed a meeting. was a breaking point. and I came home crabby. (and I despise being crabby.) the hubs took it gracefully. he is the kindest man I know. but I felt awful because he was the last one standing. covered in my apologies.
todays been more of the same. yap. yap. yap. blah. blah. blah. another meeting. blah.
but tomorrow. I am home alone. with a book. and Omar. a cup(s) of tea. comfy clothes. the occasional nap. I sigh. thinking about tomorrow.
'somewhere along the way the answer to the chaos became a quiet holy mantra.
be still. be still. be still. be still.'
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