It is a day for rest around here. A rainy, somewhat dreary day. After so many weeks of non-stop work and travel, it feels a bit weird to rest. Like we are being lazy. Like I am supposed to be doing
something. Then again, the things I
could be doing (finish painting the kitchen, go through the rest of the photos) I don't
want to do, nor do I feel the
need to do them. Hence the rest.
It took me most of the morning to be reminded that resting is okay. That it's okay to start watching movies at 11 am.
Now that my reminder is in place, my head in check, I think I'm ready to embrace this lounging.
We've got a pot of split pea soup in the slow cooker.
Extra blankets on the bed.
Tazo Refresh tea in my mug.
Lucy is stalking the surviving (but not for long) housefly buzzing around our little casa.
Maddie is sleeping in the closet. (Yesterday she pulled the two rinsed yogurt containers from the recyling bin, tore the lids off and licked the insides clean of any yogurt remnants. So you know, she needs her naps).
Brant is posting ads on craigslist and coping with my neurosis.
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As I finished writing the above, there was a knock at our door. Long story (that I don't feel right about spilling all the details on yet) short.....the issue of what to do with our house has been dealt with. Not all the details are worked out yet, but the main storyline is established. It is a scenario I never would have come up with on my own, yet is so incredibly, incredibly perfect. The wondering of how it would all come together is over. And even more, we don't have to do a thing to the house. She wants it exactly how it is!
I am reminded again and again that it is not about what I do.
Let's celebrate with a picture of my favorite Birds of Paradise. Can't remember the name of this particular variety, but DUDES, it is monsterously tall (like 15? 20ft?) and the bloom is black and white!!! Does it get any better? No. It doesn't.
