Life is full! Full of good, bad, hard, sweet, harsh, gentle, peaceful and overwhelming moments.
In a make-believe world I would spend my summer days picking a bouquet of flowers in the morning, walking through my lovely, weed-free garden, with dew drops gently falling off the beautiful, vibrant flowers.
I would then enter my cozy, clean home and arrange them in a breath-taking array in a gorgeous vase which was a gift from my dearest friend.
I would place them on my desk
where I would write my daily correspondents to all my friends and loved ones.
Lunch, made up of fresh vegetables, creamy dressing, sarsaparilla tea, and lemon drop cookies, would be next on the schedule.
I would find my way to my bedroom with white drapes that fall to the floor with a gentle breeze blowing through, swaying the drapes, causing them to billow in and out like breathing.
I would lie on my chaise lounge
with my tea cup poodle
and read from my book of poems.
Falling asleep, I would dream of being rowed upon a still mountain lake
with the man of my dreams feeding me grapes while cooling my hot brow with a slow moving fan.
I would arise from my slumber refreshed and looking forward to preparing a scrumptious dinner for that man of my dreams who took me to his heart, to cherish me for a lifetime.
We would spend the evening sharing our day and reminiscing about our happy lives. When darkness fell we would meander into the parlor and share deep rich coffee and luscious chocolate cake!
Sleep would come easy and sweet as we drifted off to dream land.
This is my dream world
Uuum, then reality hits.
I wake up, sit up and feel pains in my back. Monday through Thursday I stumble around the house trying to get ready and out the door so I can catch my transit bus to work. On the bus I read and look out the window at the beautiful view, and lately, often start falling to sleep! What is up with that? I work many hours then ride the bus back home, and at that point it is even harder to stay awake. (As the years go by this is more of a problem then it use to be.) I am so grateful when my hubby is around when I get home. Sometimes he is out of town doing mission trips or speaking at a YWAM base. Don’t get me wrong, I am happy to share him but I love when he is there to greet me. In the winter the fire is going and the house is cozy. (When he’s not there it means I MUST take the dogs for their evening walk, make the fire after bringing in loads of wood. It also means heating up a frozen TV dinner.) After dinner we sometimes watch TV or sit in the hot tub. On the weekends I still wake up early, old habits die hard, then I waste my time watching TV until I feel so guilt ridden from the looks that Luke, the dog, is giving me that I get out and take them for a walk. We are so blessed with spectacular views and a great path along the river. (If only my knees could regrow cartilage!) Then it’s back to the house and yard where I try to spend some time cleaning and weeding but that too requires better knees and so I have learned to “lower my standards” (or LYS as Hubster and I have learned to say to each other.) The two dogs that track in sand, mud, and cockle burs along with the shedding cat have added to the need for LYSing beyond my wildest dreams. No longer do I pride myself on my housekeeping skill but there are worse things to regret! We are excited every chance we get to see our kids and our grands. Life is too short to miss any opportunities to listen to their stories, watch their games, make donuts or play games with them until the sun goes down.
I have been so busy and have not posted for quite awhile and am going to try to be more faithful to this blog. My plans are to share some pictures from the things we have been doing. Don’t give up on me!!
Love to all!