Today was pretty average in routine but was extraordinary in depth.
Today was luxurious in its normalcy. I groove days like today.
I had no frantic errands to run, no emergencies to tend, no unrealistic goals.
And the thin, delicate veil of emotion I always wear
was strong enough today to hold reality in plain view
and sheer enough today to help me really feel and understand everything.
6:00 a.m. We snooze. Multiple times. We cuddle and re-cuddle and cuddle again. We spoon like professionals. The bed is warm, and the air coming in through the open windows is cold and fresh. The skies are so dark it could be midnight. I snooze even through the aroma of really fresh, strong coffee wafting up through the vents. Until the geese wake up. They are waaaaaay louder than roosters.
6:40 a.m. Making breakfast for Handsome, skillet grilled club steak with fried eggs, toast, coffee, and grape juice. Just coffee for me. Pack his lunch. Resist a plate of homemade chocolate chip-oatmeal cookies from last night. Thinking heavily of the girls, wondering what they’ll be doing today, remembering a vivid dream I had last night. This one was happy though, almost too happy to believe. I hope it’s a sign of things to come, but it’s probably just a sign of my hope. That’s okay; it’s a lot better than more nightmares.
7:00 a.m. Celebrate the upcoming weather forecast of rain! Our drought has been exhausting, and one really drenching weekend could make a big difference in hay production. Start mentally planning a bonfire party with friends. Chat with Handsome about everything on his mind. Morning is usually when he wants to talk, and this was, as noted, a charmed morning. Fell in love with him all over again.
7:25 a.m. Handsome risks life, limb, and dry cleaning expenses to release the chickens and geese while dressed for the office. We part ways for the day.
7:30 a.m. Make the bed, start a load of laundry, fill the dishwasher, drink another cup of coffee. Then find a sweater and some boots to go feed and water everybody. While flaking off a round bale in the barn, I notice the hay is coming off in thin, compressed, spiraling sheets, like a cinnamon roll. Makes me think of a friend who makes Pioneer Woman’s cinnamon rolls expertly, so I text her. (My friend, not PW.) This chick is going through a lot in life but is strong and beautiful and such a happy addition to our life, I am wishing her dreams fulfilled in a BIG way.
7:55 a.m. Back in the kitchen, one cat and one hen begging at the window. Together. How can I not find them treats in the fridge? They get my intended lunch. We all know I’m just gonna cave and have those cookies anyway. Then back outside to water gardens, tidy up, etc. EGAD! We have tiny green tomatoes! In October!
8:45 a.m Last cup of coffee. Lots of wonderful, loving messages today, not unrelated to the day’s specialness. I can’t lie, I am a sucker for this many warm fuzzies. But I nearly get derailed by the internet!! Whoa, sister… Whew!
9:05 a.m. Write for a really fun writer’s workshop prompt limiting us to 100 words. That is not very many words, you guys. It is rad. The other writers are crazy inspirational. Moving along the laundry extravaganza.
9:45 a.m. Prepping an apple shortbread tart for a friend in Handsome’s office. Y-U-M that smells good. Have you made it yet? Finish filling dishwasher then start it. Feed Pacino again (he has a hollow yellow leg these days) and deliver kitchen scraps to the chickens. Collect just two eggs today, a lot less than normal. Noting repairs suddenly needed in coop, I cannot imagine what happened in there. Super happy pups today, Shao-Lin’s allergies are much better. Geese are screaming about something, apparently just the need to be fed at the pond, not with the “common” birds. I comply of course. They have me so well trained.
10:30 a.m. Finish laundry and catch up on emails. Discover the geese back up at the house, napping in the shade. Ate a thick peanut butter sandwich and drank too much orange juice. It was perfect.
11:00 a.m. Up in the sewing room, working on apron orders and some imaginative fabric combinations. No music today, neither any tormenting thoughts. No tears. Just lots of memories of family life, lots of prayers for the future, lots of strong hope and pulsing gratefulness for today. Roosters are crowing peacefully. Horses are ruffling and sighing at the window. Sew Sew Sew!!!
1:20 p.m. I sew for a long time, post some apron pics, and then read for an even longer time. Herein lies the luxury: Life hasn’t always afforded me this kind of disposable time, and it may not for much longer. So for now and for as long as it is a benefit to us, I shall enjoy it.
2:40 p.m. Read, read, read, sing with Pacino, read, dance with Pacino, read, write, write write, smile big. Try to imagine what the girls are doing today. Decide to throw in one last load of towels.
3:20 p.m. Exercise time. In my sewing room. As my skin heated up and the endorphins started flowing, so did the fabric ideas. I kept stopping to position swatches and scraps together with trims and ruffles. Dreaming big Green Goose dreams. Remembering why we called it Green Goose in the first place. More thoughts of the kids. Decide to attend yoga class tomorrow. Tell my friend and get invited to guest post on her blog!
4:00 p.m. Shower time. You’re welcome, everyone downwind of The Lazy W. Then a fresh pot of coffee, a rare afternoon treat. But my mind is loose and nimble, my typing fingers itchy. For some reason, shampooed hair, perfume, and coffee are just my natural accompaniments for writing. Handsome headed home now, my heart flutters. Continued drafting a Proverbs 31 piece.
6:15 p.m. We both hear our stomachs growling at the same time, despite a stolen cookie. Or three. So I make us some grilled chicken wraps with red grapes and potato chips, and we continued in our luxuriation. I received a very happy phone call from our niece, a bride-soon-to-be. I get to be in her wedding in a couple of weeks, and I am mucho excited about that. Counting blessings, which are many. Wondering what the girls had for dinner, but still happy, still no tears. Just this overwhelming sense of appropriateness or something. No, it’s calm. Peace. That feeling that no matter what, love trumps.
7:05 p.m. Finishing Proverbs piece for today while Handsome does some surfing and shows me every funny thing he finds. Pacino serenades us. Doing some delicious blog hopping and am amazed to watch the evolution of some of my stand-by faves.
8:20 p.m. UH-OH!! Almost forget to lock up the geese. I make it outside with a flashlight and find all five of them nestled up in the front yard but desperate to be put to bed. They follow me to the coop without delay, and I am pleased to see Clark the turkey is already there too. In the water tonight, not trapped behind the tiny coop doors. Good luck, sir. Good luck.
8:25 p.m. Finished mixing up sweet iced tea and serve Handsome some of that apple tart. Yes, it was baked for someone else, but I’m not crazy. There are certain marital indiscretions not at all worth the price, and making this recipe without serving at least part of it to him… is on that list. Say hello to a couple of friends, text my first born, bid the world good night.
Again, the circumstances of today are not unusual.
It’s probably a pretty boring read to outsiders.
But I am happy to document this shift in deep peace.
I reflected all day, in relative quiet, on the roads we’re traveling.
I railed a bit against some of the injustice I see,
against some of the obvious pain and worry,
but then laughter overtook my heart and spilled out in the form of true peace.
Feeling so thankful for illogical happiness.
For unconditional trust in Love.
I hope you had a good Tuesday too.