Busy

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday felt busy. So, today? I requested a mostly stay-at-home day.  

Monday is pretty much always laundry day.  It takes me a while.  That's not all the day includes, but that feels like the big thing.  Tuesday I was invited to lunch.  Our neighbor across the street is a nurturer.  She always knows when something is going on, when someone needs something or when she needs to reach out.  I have, a couple times, been included in her lunch group.  4 people is her preferred size.  Ostensibly the reason for this one was my birthday.  So I drove the four of us over to Black Bear where we sat and ate and visited.  I left at noon.  Home at 4:15.  Loved being with such sweet women.  But I felt tired.  I tried to not talk too much.  But I was still tired.

Yesterday was another lunch.  Our last day at the Bishop's storehouse it was an imperative that we set up a lunch with us four women.  Wasn't allowed to leave until we did.  Yesterday was the day.  Got to the restaurant at 12:30 and left at roughly four.  Tons of traffic and a quick stop at the Credit Union had me home at 5.  Tired again.  But what a lovely privilege it is to associate with such wonderful women.  They have become very dear to me.  One of them even showed up with a gift for me. 😍  We laughed so hard I'm certain the other people in the restaurant wanted in on the fun.  

Today: I'm glad to be home.  We've Hale Theater tonight and dinner to eat before we leave.  It will be fun.  Got a few things accomplished today and finished a book.  What a luxury to be able to while away an afternoon in the rocking chair glued to a book.  Next week will be busy with appointments but today was just right. 

I have three vases of flowers on my counter.  I love fresh flowers.  Pretty much refuse to spend money on them.  I love that people once in a while find them fun to gift to me.  About the time they begin to be spent/wilt I'm ready to empty and clean the vases and have my counter clear again.  For the week or so they look good, I really enjoy them. A woman in one of our previous homes was proud of the fact that her husband bought her flowers every week.  That would be w-a-y too much for me.  Once a year or so: wonderful.

I'm grateful today for an easing of the heat.  For good books to read, with more on the way.  Grateful to be able to spend the day doing mostly just what I want.  Grateful for hugs from The Husband. Grateful for a fun play to see tonight.  Grateful for tape that I can use to buddy up my fingers while the fingers and my hand heal.  It feels good to be grateful.