My kitchen is clean. This is a blessing. I get a sense of well-being from this act. I actually get nervous if it gets too cluttered. My Mom can tell you I’m not a neat freak. I have gone a few days without tending my dishes with the much perserverance. But, in general, I have a drive to clean the kitchen.
I settled in my house. I didn’t go anywhere this morning except school. The sun is streaming thru the windows and feels life giving. I talked to my brother. I know he’s safe which is nice. I got to bike the girls to school. That gave me exercise without making my joints ache. That was also life-giving. I’ve been having an arthritic flare. My medication is not working as miraculously lately. So I do what I can as I am able.
Sara told me things about her day that I hadn’t heard. It was refreshing to have her volunteer information instead of feeling like I’m interrogating her. She enjoyed taking care of dogs at our neighbors pumpkin party last night. Wayne carved 3 pumpkins. I took Laura home early at her request. I was happy to be a little introverted. I got to enjoy the festivities and engage in a few conversations.
I’m saddened by the death of a Ballard man. It turns out that the daughter is a classmate of Laura’s. It makes me cry to think of the tragedy of this accident. So close to home.
Next week is a conference. But also gatherings involving deep friendships. Such things to celebrate.
