Tonight I’m sitting with the TV on DIY, because that’s one of my go-to-requires-no-thought stations. I seem to lean towards things that require little thought these days, especially in the evenings. Things that allow me to pay attention, or not. No real plot, no real drama. Life offers enough drama, thank you.
The pictures accompanying this post will have no relationship whatsoever to the words, I suspect. I have not ventured far from home of late, so my pictures relate to what I see – my yard. Next week, however, a friend is going to come and spend time with husband in the late afternoon, and I will take one dog (two at a time is just too much, since someone has failed to train my dogs to walk nicely on leashes) and go on an adventure. A not-too-far-away adventure, but an adventure nonetheless. I am anticipating that with excitement. If it decides to rain, oh well. I shall adventure anyway. I shall not let rain nor snow nor sleet deter me.
I liked this shot – because of the reflection in the window of the door. Reflections are intriguing, both those that are physical and those that are mental. It’s all in how we’re seeing life, isn’t it? This girl, the Shasta girl, is probably the one that will go on this next adventure with me. She is the younger, she is the one that is too pudgy, she is the one that needs the exercise the most. She is also the one that is most concerned with having my approval. We will look for reflections and when we find them, perhaps we will reflect. Or she will swim, and I will reflect.
This Twohee was playing in the bushes outside my window. One of the windows that is in desperate need of washing. That’s on my list. The problem is, my list seems not to grow shorter each day, but longer. That’s because there are those other things not on my list that demand my more immediate attention. Like laundry. Never-ending laundry. Like getting husband coffee, then heating that coffee. And heating that coffee again. Interesting thing about husband – he never ever empties a coffee cup. He takes a couple of drinks, then wants it refilled and heated. What is that anyway? Other things not on the list that seem to take priority – my nap. Some days that nap is essential. Today was one of those days.
Dinner at our house has become a bit like going to a restaurant. Except restaurants offer more of a selection and are often better than what my house offers. The Artistic One is off for a week in Hawaii – she says life is tough, but someone has to do it – so we received from her a delivery of refrigerated items that would not survive the week she is away. As a result, husband had a dinner of an artichoke and grilled salmon. Neither of those are on my list of favorites. I had a dinner of a huge salad made to my preference. Easy dinner – little prep work, little clean-up work. My kind of cooking. Rarely do husband and I eat the same things. His taste runs to beef and starch. Mine not so much. Changes occur as time goes on, and our eating choices have been an area where I have changed.
This afternoon I hauled a trailer full of burnable items to our burn pit down in the back of our property and was rewarded with these. Three or four sunflower plants that have sprung up with no human assistance and have flourished with no water, other than the little Mother Nature provides in our area in the summers, or other human assistance. A lovely example of survival under difficult circumstances. These sunflowers are my friends, and now live in the house with me.
Another treat for me next week – the Gracious One will be coming to spend a day with husband and I will take the girls in to be groomed, I will wander around some stores I like to tour occasionally to see what I can see, I will have a massage (thanks to a gift certificate from the Information Gatherer) and I will take a day to follow my inclinations without concern.
So maybe life is not easy, maybe life has speed bumps – but I have these reminders that life still offers enough. That is not to say I don’t want more, but I will be happy with enough.