...was just what I needed. Some really good rest. Sitting down, sitting still, for more than a few minutes. All week it seemed there was something to do or some place to be, almost on the hour. It felt good to stay in one spot for almost two whole hours!
Grilled chicken for Sunday dinner, with a cucumber brought over by a thoughtful friend.
Little House on the Prairie reruns, one I actually don't remember seeing: The Wildboy. A mute boy becomes a sideshow attraction and runs away only to be discovered by Jenny and saved by Mr. Edwards. It made us all cry.
Then a fast check of email. The smell of bacon wafting from the garage...B seasoning his new cook stove. When he popped open the garage door to see where Mags was he nearly ran me over. I stuck my head out into the garage to heckle him a bit. Door popping and bacon--I really don't like the smell of the stuff. He just smiled. Me too. I went back to the couch until our neighbors invited us over for dessert.
Rocky Road brownies.
Vanilla ice cream.
Kids jumping on the trampoline with ice cubes to keep cool.
Fireworks in the cul-de-sac at dark.
Unhurried. Normal. Fun.
It was just what I needed.