At my house this morning the sun is shining and we are due for 82 warm degrees by this afternoon. I've washed the dishes and straightened all rooms but one (the one I never straighten, the one I avoid because it's out of control. Do you have one of those?).
I'm playing the crooner music station and I washed a load of clothes and am feeling like every crisp, pretty housewife I ever saw on old tv shows (though I'm not looking crisp and pretty, myself, since I'm wearing gardening clothes). But I feel Like June Cleaver and her ilk, what with all the crooners and jotting down my list for the milkman and the sunshine and our warm gold dining room and our sunny front porch where Lennon The Cat and I sat for awhile drinking pretend coffee (well, Lennon didn't drink any, but both of us smiled like Cheshires).
And at my house this morning I'm planning to step outside into the country air and country scents where I'll weed the orchard trees and the flower beds beside the house and dig and fertilize and look around me a lot. And fill the birdfeeders (goldfinches are gold again!) and then take some extra Bison baseball tickets for Sunday afternoon (which Tom got from work) to our neighbors. And eat cold birthday pizza for lunch and not worry about the swine flu, even though tv people are suggesting hard that we should all worry.
Instead, I'll appreciate and celebrate and thank the One from whom all blessings flow and flow and flow.
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On Saturday I finally painted the above corner post in our dining room. I like it.
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Tom really appreciated your birthday wishes. He thanks you.
I'm playing the crooner music station and I washed a load of clothes and am feeling like every crisp, pretty housewife I ever saw on old tv shows (though I'm not looking crisp and pretty, myself, since I'm wearing gardening clothes). But I feel Like June Cleaver and her ilk, what with all the crooners and jotting down my list for the milkman and the sunshine and our warm gold dining room and our sunny front porch where Lennon The Cat and I sat for awhile drinking pretend coffee (well, Lennon didn't drink any, but both of us smiled like Cheshires).
And at my house this morning I'm planning to step outside into the country air and country scents where I'll weed the orchard trees and the flower beds beside the house and dig and fertilize and look around me a lot. And fill the birdfeeders (goldfinches are gold again!) and then take some extra Bison baseball tickets for Sunday afternoon (which Tom got from work) to our neighbors. And eat cold birthday pizza for lunch and not worry about the swine flu, even though tv people are suggesting hard that we should all worry.
Instead, I'll appreciate and celebrate and thank the One from whom all blessings flow and flow and flow.
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On Saturday I finally painted the above corner post in our dining room. I like it.
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Tom really appreciated your birthday wishes. He thanks you.
