See: The dining room table is chaotic, filled to the edges and piled high with the contents of yesterday’s massive kitchen purge. It isn’t too pretty, yet somehow a vase of fresh flowers from a friend, a plate of sparkling, sugar coated muffins, and my writing stuff all make it bearable. Oh! And a bowl of drying okra. I really need to tell you guys about this soon.
Hear: The fridge is humming meditatively, and from time to time I hear the sleepy trill of a guinea outside. Now the air conditioner has kicked on. I am trying to move about as quietly as possible so Handsome can tank up on rest. Our bedroom is, of course, directly above the noisiest possible downstairs room.
Smell: Buttery, cinnamon-sugar coating of these terrible donut muffins immediately to my right. Freshly brewed, strong, excellent coffee. And faintly bleached water from the vase of fresh flowers.
Taste: Perfect first cup of coffee. And OKAY OKAY one tiny little bite of cinnamon-sugar donut muffin. Sheesh. Sue me.
Touch: Invisibly soft tank top and cotton PJ shorts with Swiss dots all over them. I love the soft, nubby texture of Swiss dots, the feel of those little bunches of stitches. It reminds me of milk glass. Also, the cool, still air conditioned house. The wood and iron chair holding me. A hot mug in my left hand and a skinny hotel ink pen in my right.
Think:
- About this book I just finished, about depression and anxiety being more than just moods for some people.
- About the incredible force of ego in human relationships.
- Is our nation really as divided now as we were during the Civil War? If so, to what end?
- Do horses dream? I woke up having dreamed of our sweet behemoth Chanta, and I was just wondering if he ever dreams about me. I think he is on the verge of saddle love. I mostly think this because it’s been a few months since I had to make an emergency trip to the dentist.
- What am I going to do about church?
- What can I possibly bake this morning for Handsome to take to the office for a food day? Having cleaned out the pantry and fridge yesterday, supplies are unusually low. I shall send a box and a half of off brand cereal.
- Nervous, happy, tense excitement about the possibility of teaching a home school cooking class to my two daughters and their adorable stepbrother.
- Worried about one of my sweet sisters.
- Worried for two of my wonderful girlfriends.
- Missing my Grandpa a lot, I really need to go see him. He should totally teach a gardening class.
- I feel so healthy. A bit on the sugary side this week, but I know how to fix that. I feel so deep down grateful for my overall good health. I finally see that this is a blessing not to be taken for granted.
I love this fever dream, and the think and feel sections give me so much of you. Chanta dreaming of you is the loveliest thought I’ve ever heard. What’s this book you just finished? Have a beautiful weekend at the ranch, Marie.
Send the box of cereal! I’m sure Trent-O would get a good laugh! I have to miss today’s food day. On the road. Boo!
I can’t wait to see how the okra turns out! I’ll tell Jeff about your plans. You will definitely have to talk Louisiana cooking with his family at the wedding. That is, if we don’t run away and get married. :-O
Good morning, sweet friend! Enjoyed this post. Hope you too have a wonderful Friday! I’m off to tackle my list of tasks that is way longer than my time to do them! 🙂
Oh good morning my friend. as i’ve told you before, i love your senses tour – always gets me thinking about mine. today my senses are overwhelmed with the aftermath of my surgery yesterday. althought i’m typing without too much pain, i’m feeling a bit lonely – missing my old friends as i recuperate with just hubby to look after me and he’s been working alot.
oh dear, i’m sounding very whiny – don’t really feel that whiny.
good luck with the girls today.
hugs from Canada