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.
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.
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.