If we were having coffee together, this afternoon, I would have to reheat this morning’s coffee. I have slept through most of the day. The stresses and activities of the past week set me up for an unscheduled day of inactivity.
The Scampers were not cheerful, this morning, about spending a few more hours in their kennels. I did not kennel them this afternoon, when I came back to bed; they finally have quit making noises (such as screaming that the roof is falling in or there are people knocking at the front door or…), and now they are quiet, and I cannot get back to sleep.
Ah! And then it was time for them to eat their suppers, and so I am up, again, and feeling more rested.
There were no wild flax flowers to photograph, today. There’ve been rains and winds and work crews, and the now former wildflower garden is a mess. The cotoneaster leaves are turning color, and the fruit is ripening or already ripe.
I would tell you that Al came home while I was practicing a favorite waltz from one of my early piano lesson books, last evening, and asked me to continue playing, that the music was beautiful. So nice! It was always one of my favorites, and I almost am able to get through all of the variations without my fingers stumbling. I know that I should do the warm-up exercises first, but yesterday I set about playing the pieces that I love, and left the exercises to another day.
Today’s coffee share must be cut short. Al is home from working his volunteer shift and would like me to come with him on a grocery run and help pick out the foods for the coming week.
As I mentioned in a previous post, our family meeting at the nursing home is scheduled for Tuesday. I hope that my breathing has improved by then, so that I can attend in person, but if not, the telephone will work for me.
This week, also, Al and I will celebrate our wedding anniversary with a steak dinner and reminiscences. We got married in our mid-forties. There was surprise in both of our families, who’d adjusted long since to the idea that we would remain single the rest of our lives. Now, I cannot imagine life without him.
Best wishes for the coming week!
Don’t forget to visit Diana’s blog at Part-Time Monster for her post and links to others taking part.