The Quiet Before
Peter is in Mexico. Caroline is at school. The cats are napping in their various nap places. It is quiet except the sounds coming in from the outside. I hear birds, cars, and the train in the station. No leaf blowers or sounds of construction which I expect to hear both of in about 10 minutes.
A small lull before life starts up again. I sip my coffee and plan the rest of my day. Caroline has a flute lesson. The truck needs to be taken to the shop because something wacky happened to the parking break and it needs inspection. I need to get the meat out for dinner.
Then there is the weekend. Caroline and I have a couple of things we are trying to fit in along with the usual. I think we are going to work on dolls this weekend.
But first I just take the time to breath and feel the peace and quiet within the house.
Then I will move onto the next thing and the next thing on my perpetual list of things to do.
I am grateful for these pauses.
A small lull before life starts up again. I sip my coffee and plan the rest of my day. Caroline has a flute lesson. The truck needs to be taken to the shop because something wacky happened to the parking break and it needs inspection. I need to get the meat out for dinner.
Then there is the weekend. Caroline and I have a couple of things we are trying to fit in along with the usual. I think we are going to work on dolls this weekend.
But first I just take the time to breath and feel the peace and quiet within the house.
Then I will move onto the next thing and the next thing on my perpetual list of things to do.
I am grateful for these pauses.