Reflections

Another day in the life of a middle-aged female wasp in normal town, usa. Arts & crafts at VBS this morning. Amazing what a few "That's beautiful!" or "Five me on that one!" can do for a kid. Suddenly, they love you forever. Hug your legs in the grocery. They don't remember my name, but they remember my smile. I guess that's even better.

Refinishing of kitchen floor is ongoing this week so we are OUT of the kitchen. Refrigerator is in hallway -- walk through sideways. Calling out for dinner every night is not as much fun as I had imagined. Suddenly I like my own food. The floor is looking lovely (on the few occasions I'm allowed to peek in) and Dear Husband has worked himself silly getting it all done. We have vacuumed and vacuumed, the whole house, to ensure that not a speck of dust gets trapped in the varnish. Vacuumed the actual kitchen floor this evening, before this coat, and DH followed me around kitchen, carrying vacuum cleaner. Did not want wheels to mar delicate floor before protective layers are placed.

Darling Grandbaby in NYC is much, much better. Thank you, God, we give you all the glory.

My first actual paid free-lance article for local paper runs tomorrow. How cool is this -- that you can actually get paid for writing?? Next thing you know, they'll pay me to breathe. Goes to show you can be 50 and finally do what you're meant to do, all along. I love, love, love, the whole process and am totally in a state of perpetual disbelief that it has all happened so easily.

Visited the site today for the prospective park. Sat on the hill and let the dog run. Listened to the neighborhood sounds. Local church playing chimes. One lone cricket singing. Distant weedeater. Very peaceful. This is the life. I just don't know how on earth to be appreciative enough....