Another week begins. The laundry is in process, the tile has been swiffed, The Husband is out doing some raking around the house so he can apply the Pestie and best of all, the sun is shining.
I know I'll be complaining about the seemingly endless, cloudless, hot sunshine in a couple months. But for now, it's nice to have it when the temps are more in my personal comfort range.
I thought we had sort of a calmer week last week, but looking back it feels like we were busy. The household duties/chores are a constant and I have a sense of guilt that I'm not more pro-active about getting rid of "stuff" that needs to be gotten rid of. I simply don't have the energy these days to tackle those overwhelming jobs. I hope I'll get to it.
And I know it's spring. In a month it'll be Mother's Day, the date around here that's traditional the time to plan the veggie garden. We have a bunch of seeds from the library and I know The Husband is anxious to get going. But we might wait a bit to go get starts. It is a fresh experiment every single year.
We went for one of The Husband's walks this morning, over along the Jordan River. It's a lovely walk, only a small handful of houses that we pass, mostly long vistas over pastures and green space. I enjoyed it. Gave me a bit of a much needed mental boost.
Last week our daughter drove out to see our other daughter. So, so, so glad she went. Then they drove here at the same time (both of our daughters - plus son-in-law - in their own cars, a sort of micro-caravan). The 4 hour drive is such an improvement over the previous 8 hour drive. Though we've yet to make it, we've been waiting for the right time. So we took Saturday morning off from the Bishop's storehouse to visit with our daughter and son-in-law. Didn't even do anything special, just chatted, went for a short walk. It was really nice.
Church yesterday was a challenge for me in several ways. I was glad that Easter Sunday meant (at least this year) only one hour of church. I was reprimanded for sitting on the organ bench too long by the next ward. Their choir members are always super-anxious to get in the chapel and get prepped, they tend to jump into the chapel and elbow their way in and try to push us out. Not very considerate and often they aren't very kind. I would expect adults (especially in church) to be a little more flexible. Anyway, she hovered over me and told me, "our choir is coming in. And your ward went over!!" In print it doesn't sound so bad, hearing her tone of voice and seeing her gruff expression was the final straw for me. I couldn't get out of that building fast enough. Needed to get home: our safe place.
Friday morning I grabbed my mug of heating oatmeal from the microwave and caught the edge of the glass cooking tray. Snapped off a chunk of glass. Sigh. The fact that I could replace that cooking tray for not too much money and not too long of a wait was not insignificant to me. Everything around here is aging - including me. (hahaha)
I keep reading more and more lately how important it is to provide ample room for gratitude in our lives. I guess everyone is stressed these days. I've always tried to be grateful. As expected, it is easier at some times than others. Yesterday I had a hard time being grateful for much of anything. Except I felt more aware and in awe of the greatness of the Atonement. I guess all the focus lately on the Savior, and the Come Follow Me that we've been doing in the New Testament (and I followed our church's weekly study guide for the week leading up to Easter) made it possible for me to feel a difference in my awareness and embracing of the priceless gift of Easter. I am so very grateful for the knowledge that I can be redeemed if I repent because the price of all my sin has already been paid. Makes me want to be less sinful, I don't want my part of that burden to be huge.
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