Last night I got several paragraphs down for a new story
with hopes of getting back to it soon, maybe today. I had all the laundry done
up and house straight enough to suit me. I’d taken an unscheduled trip to the
store in the afternoon for a new umbrella after a gust of wind broke our table
umbrella and buried me under it. (I had suggested to DH we not use the umbrella
in the strong breeze, but what do I know?) While out I picked up chewies for
Biscuit, milk and eggs for the week, and returned videos. I woke a little before dawn on this fresh
Monday ready to go and do nothing much domestic. I had my story germinating,
the new Elizabeth Berg book loaded on my Kindle, and I felt free in the merry
month of May!
Biscuit and I brewed tea and headed for the deck. It was a
beautiful morning and the new umbrella in a shade of turquoise was a bright
sight. I did not push it up though as first thing in the morning I love to feel
the sky overhead! It wasn’t long until I caught sight of Miss B shoulder down
to the earth. I called; she came; she stunk. I tried wiping her up but it didn’t
work, and her nice cloth collar stunk too.
So I moved the car out of the garage. I moved the now empty
trash dumpster into the garage. I started water in the garage tub and went to
wake up DH. I said HELP and he rousted out a little earlier than usual. I put
the collar to soak and we lifted Miss B into the water for a bath which means
we all get wet too. So then I had to do dog laundry…towels, my soaking gown and
now stinking robe. I tossed in her sleeping rug for good measure. So much for a
quiet start to the day.
At midmorning a friend came by for tea. She brought me the
most beautiful flowers! She was wearing a shirt of the same color when I
answered the door. She was a picture of purple loveliness. We took tea and an
Irish Whiskey cake (wow, good stuff) out to the deck. We pulled up under the turquoise
ceiling and the rock fountain took us to a mountain stream—for five minutes. Miss
B wanted cake. DH decided to start mowers and weed eaters. Did I think Monday was
going to be a quiet day, a writing day, a day Madeleine L’Engle would say good
for just BEING?
The afternoon turned hot after a sandwich lunch on the deck.
We all three were worn down and came in when the sun got high in the sky. A
dozen little inside chores took my time. I sat down and did research for a
possible fishing trip in June. And now it is time to begin thinking of a supper
meal. Salad anyone?
One tiny rejection in a sentence contest and one small
placement in a poetry contest was the writing news today. I guess I broke even
on the far borders of writing today. Already I feel Tuesday coming on, look
again for a gentle dawn, live expectantly for a trip to the mailbox. And as my
dear Scarlett always said, “Tomorrow is another day.”
10 comments:
I hope tomorrow is a little more productive - and smells a whole lot better too.
Claudia--When you break even, that's a good thing.
It's good to look forward to a new day...hopefully a sweet smelling one.
Breaking even is not a bad thing. :) I love your photos!
Great pictures -- and of course I love your iris -- so beautiful . . . and the blue and white! Thanks for the kind words!
You and Scarlett are flip sides of the same coin, Claudia. Tomorrow is another day she'll deal with tomorrow. You, on the other hand, deal with today right away, even if it means dog bath and washing the towels in between enjoying the beautiful morning while planning a story.
Delightful post!
Ooooo, love that little statue in the last photo, Bookie. So lovely. Your deck must give you great joy.
So happy you are reveling in spring. Same here. I cherish the warmth and the SUN.
Hope your Mother's Day is a delight. Susan
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Thank you for this
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