Watching the Clouds Drift By

Will these clouds bring rain?

It is a cloudy morning, this one. I am in my norning chair, coffee by my side, iPad and keyboard in my lap – the Twiggy abandoned me a bit ago so now my lap is my own – Shasta sleeping in the chair next to me, Bailey in the bedroom, Lily – who knows where Lily might be. She appeared at the door a bit ago and promptly took off. Apparently she has dined out overnight and does not feel a need to come in for breakfast. Husband is still asleep, after being awake into the wee hours of this morning.

Gep left this morning, having arrived on Thursday for a weekend visit. It was a very nice visit as it always is. We sat in our big chairs, chatting or sitting in silence, electronic devices on our laps, simply enjoying the nearness, the companionship. The Kat is making noises about being here all summer, which would delight me. Gep, who currently lives nearer, visits every few weeks. I am being spoiled with these visits and if Kat does stay the summer, I will be spoiled again.

Will he decide to rent this house?

I have spent some of my time this morning changing email subscriptions to some blogs to getting them through RSS feeds on Google Reader, which I view through Flipbook on my iPad. I have realized that if I get an email notice of a post, I am less likely to go to the site and to leave comments. I don’t know why that is. Another of those little idiosyncracies, I think.

We have meandered over to the topic of commenting on blog posts now. I try to comment on what you, my bloggy friends, have to say, but some days I find I have little to add, some days absolutely no words to add. I have discovered the “like” button, and on those days or at those moments when I appreciate what you have posted but really have no thoughts to share, I push that button. I read a post, not long ago and I cannot remember where now, that indicated the blogger felt “liking” a post was a bit of a copout. I think she/he was not wrong – it is taking an easy out – but at the same time, I want you to know I was there and I appreciated your photos, your words, your taking the time to post your photos, to string your words together into sentences and paragraphs for the rest of us to enjoy, to think about, to chuckle over.

He stayed around for awhile, a day or so ago

As I stare out my window, I see few birds this morning. Apparently when the skies are gray and the wind is blowing, they stay hunkered in their warm places. That is what I plan to do this day. Hunker, in my comfy clothes, without makeup. Playing on the computer, doing laundry, being semi-domestic,semi-productive. Not completely domestic or productive, you understand. I am working on a perfect record of never doing too much in any given day and I don’t want to destroy that, or give false hopes in this household. I might even have an idea for a relatively easy dinner, which is unusual for me so early in the day. Cooking is not my favorite thing, deciding what to cook is a major chore.

What are your plans for this spring day? Will you be rushing here and there, trying to catch up with life? Will you be relaxing, meditating, photographing, writing, taking pleasure in each moment the day has to offer?

Whatever you do, I hope it will be enough to satisfy. Satisfy you. The rest will fall into place.

About Carol

I'm me - nothing unusual, just me. Widowed, 2 grown children who are my best friends, 1 dog, retired, loving being retired. I am woman, I am strong.
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15 Responses to Watching the Clouds Drift By

  1. suzicate says:

    Sounds like a perfect morning to me.

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  2. I would have just pressed the like button this time myself, but I have a need to know what the name of the bird is! Do you know?

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    • Carol says:

      It’s a male Western Bluebird. I love them, and am hoping they’ll get to occupy a house this year. The Tree Swallows have a tendency to beat them out. Literally.

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  3. Your morning sounds like a pure delight! I’m catching up — in an intentionally paced and balanced way — from being at the Writers’ Institute at UW-Madison since last Thursday.

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  4. Heather says:

    I feel the “like” button is a cop-out if that is the only way you communicate with someone. Sometimes, though, you just want to send a digital “hello” of sorts, and I think it’s appropriate.
    I *do* enjoy cooking, and I still find choosing dinner a chore. I ask husband to decide dinner or to look through my cookbooks and flag things that sound good so that it’s not all on my shoulders. It helps keep things enjoyable for me.
    Your bird pictures are making wish for some tiny houses to plant in the yard. The birds need someplace safe today. I think the Big, Bad Wolf is out there trying to blow my house down!

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  5. Kathy says:

    Sometimes I have felt like the “like” button is a cop-out. Other times it feels like the person is just saying “here I am, I was here, I care” or something similar. I rarely follow the “like” button back to read blogs, though. I figure if the person wants an exchange, they can comment, and I’ll comment back and we’ll get a love fest going. I like your post. My blood pressure lowered.

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  6. Phyllis N. Lake says:

    I love reading the comments. It was a very warm day in upstate NY today – over 80.

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  7. Lynne Ayers says:

    In this household we take turns with that awful chore of decision – what is it going to be tonight? Sometimes it’s discussed over breakfast – we don’t host a lot of meaningful conversation over breakfast in this household – in which case it might actually develop into a home cooked meal of sorts, given that we’ve now got all day to produce it. If it is still undecided as the D hour approaches it is inevitably something quick and easy and prepackaged. I like winter for the soups we can throw on the stove and let sit all day untl we jolly well feel like eating it.

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    • Carol says:

      Before cancer struck husband, we used to share the duty. Prepackaged, quick and easy is our most frequent choice now that it’s all up to me. I too love the soups that can be done early and then just patiently wait for hunger to strike – but husband has decided he doesn’t want soup for awhile. In my next life, someone else will do the deciding and the preparing.

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  8. Lynne Ayers says:

    Yes, in our next go around I might make a few small changes … returning as one of our dogs would not be such a dog’s life. I am sorry to learn of the battle you and your husband are fighting.

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  9. Dawn says:

    Love the bluebird. We had cold and wind yesterday..lots of clouds that I thought were spectacular, but no camera with me at work. I love your bluebird. I saw a female eastern bluebird last weekend far far away on a tree and plan to try to crop that shot to see what there was to see…someday. 🙂

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  10. Lisa says:

    I try and get around to all my bloggy friends every couple of days…hence the flurry of comments. i wish i could spend time every day doing this, but some days just totally get away from me. i can’t wait until I retire! I’d be lost without Dropbox. Take care, my friend. Always good to see you.

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  11. Northern Narratives says:

    We have Eastern Bluebirds here and the same problem with the swallows 🙂

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