In past years I’ve tried to cram all kinds of indulgences into one day, on my birthday, resulting in fatigue and general frazzlement. This year, however, I finally found the winning formula to absolute, total, birthday perfection.
First, you play hookey from all work, duties, chores.
And later, when the sun comes out:
I read books for six hours straight. It was fantastic.
No music, radio, tv or internet. Just silence and bird twitters.
Yay for simple pleasures!
A splash of sunshine at noon inspired a picnic lunch in the yard. (Actually it was all my co-conspirator’s idea.) (She has recently objected to being called ‘the Boss’. Searching now for a new moniker.)
It turns out that our mossy grassy yard is extra spongy and comfy to sit on. Prime picnicking real estate!
So on Friday, just as we were behind schedule dashing to yoga class (of course), and I was muttering about how we’re always running late, the sun broke through the rain and we beheld a spectacular rainbow over Ganges. As we drove into town it was still hanging on – it was like we drove right through it. It faded by the time we got to our destination. Soooo… if we’d been organized and on time we would have missed the whole thing!
Sometimes the universe has to resort to the most obvious symbolism and beat you over the head with it before you notice.
Photographic evidence that the rainbow ends at Mouat’s Hardware.
Our belongings arrived on Saltspring Island some time in mid July.
We drove into Mom and Dad’s driveway on July 27th.
And yet, on November 13th, I’m still awaiting the arrival of my brain.
I see it nowhere in my packing list app…
I’m finally making an effort though, I’m acting as if my brain was here in hopes that it will come out of hiding. I’ve finally set up my office and today was my first day of turning my back on my mess of a house, and walking out to the workshop where my office is, to sit at my desk at 9 a.m. sharp.
Business as usual!
I am struck most right now by the view out the window, which looks the same as the scenic photo on my calendar. I’m living inside a calendar photo!
Seven days of showings, one day of bids and it’s all over.
Now life can get back to normal! With a vague attempt to keep things tidy, since the Boss is rather enamoured of the look of our magazine home…
p.s. Back to sleeping in the master bedroom! Embarrassing admission: We have been sleeping in her kiddie bed for the past week because I could not bring myself to reconstruct the big bed every day to look like this –
Life is just too short to have to make this bed every day!