And the list includes:
- A trip to closest library to pick-up a book on hold called Glass, Paper, Beans by Leah Cohen. Mentioned in Elizabeth Berg's book The Year of Pleasures (that I finished reading, for the second or third time, yesterday).
- Grocery store since we ate everything this weekend. Feeling stuffed even now, and want to have salad for dinner everyday this week. And only salad. Thinking this won't go over well with family, especially males. Huh.
- Avoidance of news websites/papers/and the like this week. Have found that news fasts are encouraging and allow more room in my head for delights of the day. Otherwise, I fret.
- Will read more of T.L. Hines' book called Waking Lazarus, which is disturbing but enthralling at the same time.
- Greatly desirous (is that a word?) of having 'pretty' time here at home. For everyone to leave me alone long enough for me to putter around, decorating at will, cutting/arranging flowers, and all-around getting the house whipped into shape. Just want to be left alone to do that.
At nap-time yesterday, I read through most of a journal I wrote in 2007, probably one of the hardest years our family has gone through in awhile. That was the year when 3 of our neighbors died---one suddenly, one after a long bout with Alzheimer's, and the third was my sweet friend who had ALS. Also, we had shingles, chicken pox and a period of money woes to deal with . It was HARD. But what amazed me at reading over my words was my ability to keep on, keeping on. I liked the me I was reading about. Isn't that interesting?
Glad it's now and not then, but it is curious to read over things like that. Wish I was as faithful with my handwritten journals at present. I'm thinking I got all used up back then when it seemed to be a necessity of my sanity to take notes. Maybe life feels more steady.
Oh well. Must go and think on it. The house remains quiet but for the quiet snores of various dogs who are slung out on the floor and on the sofa beside me. Will drink in the silence while I still can.
Glad it's now and not then, but it is curious to read over things like that. Wish I was as faithful with my handwritten journals at present. I'm thinking I got all used up back then when it seemed to be a necessity of my sanity to take notes. Maybe life feels more steady.
Oh well. Must go and think on it. The house remains quiet but for the quiet snores of various dogs who are slung out on the floor and on the sofa beside me. Will drink in the silence while I still can.
