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Thursday, June 24, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
We Don't Always Do What We Always Do
Thursday was a bust.
But I LOVE this Saturday morning with no responsibilities and I mean not one. Home Alone. Better than a vacation.
The boys are on a college trip. Kitchen work is nearly finished. Just me and my coffee. Lounging around in my penguin shorts. A Beautiful June Day. So many possibilities. The world is mine.
Here's what I do with my glorious freedom:
drink coffee, email, shower, eat grapes, read the paper, and begin to dust the bookcase.
Serious dusting - layers of sawdust, plaster dust, house dust. Trying to straighten up. Tell me, how many decks of cards does one family need? We don't even play cards.
And how many used twist ties, clips and clothes pins? What were they doing on the bookcase to begin with? Then again, I could use them for art...
Give it a clever title: "Attachment Theory". All it needs is the right lighting and a frame.
I've been saving other little things in a box for an art project.
What would you do with these precious items?
But I LOVE this Saturday morning with no responsibilities and I mean not one. Home Alone. Better than a vacation.
The boys are on a college trip. Kitchen work is nearly finished. Just me and my coffee. Lounging around in my penguin shorts. A Beautiful June Day. So many possibilities. The world is mine.
Here's what I do with my glorious freedom:
drink coffee, email, shower, eat grapes, read the paper, and begin to dust the bookcase.
Serious dusting - layers of sawdust, plaster dust, house dust. Trying to straighten up. Tell me, how many decks of cards does one family need? We don't even play cards.
And how many used twist ties, clips and clothes pins? What were they doing on the bookcase to begin with? Then again, I could use them for art...
Give it a clever title: "Attachment Theory". All it needs is the right lighting and a frame.
I've been saving other little things in a box for an art project.
What would you do with these precious items?
Thursday, June 10, 2010
The Kitchen has been Closed
The kitchen has been closed since April 15 when we took out the stove, refrigerator, dishwasher, counters and most of the cabinets. We also knocked out a wall.
Kitchen Renovation Central.
For meals, we have learned to forage, going to the store 2 - 3 times each day in search of yogurt, a salad, or something to call dinner. There's also pizza and sushi. It's not bad!
As of today, we have running water and a fridge. We do not have a working stove. Dishes and pantry items are still in boxes. Forlorn wires hang from the ceiling in lieu of pendant lights.
But Andrea has waited low these long weeks and now demands A Viewing. Tonight we will sit at the soapstone altar and enjoy a foraged supper.
Bar stools have yet to be ordered. We'll sit low in our chairs, remembering that "he who is down need fear no fall." As wine glasses empty our cheeks will glow and the unfinished kitchen will be the most beautiful kitchen that has ever been.
Kitchen Renovation Central.
For meals, we have learned to forage, going to the store 2 - 3 times each day in search of yogurt, a salad, or something to call dinner. There's also pizza and sushi. It's not bad!
As of today, we have running water and a fridge. We do not have a working stove. Dishes and pantry items are still in boxes. Forlorn wires hang from the ceiling in lieu of pendant lights.
But Andrea has waited low these long weeks and now demands A Viewing. Tonight we will sit at the soapstone altar and enjoy a foraged supper.
Bar stools have yet to be ordered. We'll sit low in our chairs, remembering that "he who is down need fear no fall." As wine glasses empty our cheeks will glow and the unfinished kitchen will be the most beautiful kitchen that has ever been.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Great Expectations
I go to yoga class with a bucket full of expectations. Fortunately, these are (almost) always met, which is why I fill the bucket to the brim. It's also why I go NUTS when they're not.
The yoga studio is the place, as in The Place, where I go to meditate. to pray. the space. the heated room. no chatting. no telephone. no email. no snacks. just The Purple Mat.
Classes are pretty good. I work my skinny arms doing on-the-knees chaturangas. Tree and Eagle challenge legs and equilibrium. A few toxins melt out. Sometimes a teacher reads a poem or scriptural advice on right living.
But it's all about the first ten minutes.
I crave the quiet mat time before class when I fall into healing meditation. Healing for myself. Healing on behalf of others. I put my hand on my belly and connect with that which is larger than myself.
And God has never yet missed this ten-minute appointment.
The yoga studio is the place, as in The Place, where I go to meditate. to pray. the space. the heated room. no chatting. no telephone. no email. no snacks. just The Purple Mat.
Classes are pretty good. I work my skinny arms doing on-the-knees chaturangas. Tree and Eagle challenge legs and equilibrium. A few toxins melt out. Sometimes a teacher reads a poem or scriptural advice on right living.
But it's all about the first ten minutes.
I crave the quiet mat time before class when I fall into healing meditation. Healing for myself. Healing on behalf of others. I put my hand on my belly and connect with that which is larger than myself.
And God has never yet missed this ten-minute appointment.
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