I've gotten a ton done while at home this week. Everything from doctor appts (including my free flu shot at Target . . . yay!), service appts. at Chateau Gahan (furnace cost me a little bit more than I had anticipated, but whatever), car service to prep for the roadtrip, fun diversions (Serenbe, lunch at Mom's yesterday, catching up on past TV shows, to the library — it's been awhile since I'd been and I forgot just how relaxing it is to lose oneself in the stacks), and packing and list making for the beach. Harleigh and I are doing Monday/Wednesday/Friday prayer time in the morning over the phone which is such a peaceful and grounding way to start each day. We get a good chat in and then settle into our time with God, together. I've enjoyed every minute of week #1, but am ready for a change. The TripTik is printed out and the beach is calling my name.
"Our house was not unsentient matter — it had a heart and a soul, and eyes to see with; and approvals and solicitudes and deep sympathies; it was of us, and we were in its confidence and lived in its grace and in the peace of its benedictions. We never came home from an absence that its face did not light up and speak out in eloquent welcome — and we could not enter it unmoved."- Samuel Clemens
I am probably the most content person you'd ever want to meet. I have a decent job working with people I like, a loving family including a swell Old English Sheepdog, a home where nesting and curling up on slipcovered sofas is required, and a life rich in creative crafting and daydreaming. I someday want a cottage at the beach where my grandchildren can bring sandy feet into the house, wet bathing suits can dry on the front porch and everything we need to get to is a bicycle ride away.