The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you'd just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency. ~Susan Allen Toth
It doesn't feel like Friday. It is rainy, windy, gray and still.
Here, in my favorite hour of the day, while everyone is still asleep, my mind works for a little bit on things like a perfect turn of phrase. I am not yet thinking of all the mundane details on my "To Do" list. For a fleeting time, I can be the writer, the poet, the romantic.
And then, with a sleepy "good morning Mom", my reality is back. And I don't mind. Someday they'll be grown and gone and I will be alone to write and it will be too quiet.
This week was the week of Jenna's Sleepover party, long anticipated, almost canceled and, in the end, went off splendidly. There were treasure hunts, roasting marshmallows, dancing, nail polish, pizza and general silliness. My dear husband held the fort while I hid in my room with a pounding headache, my best friend and "Mama Mia".
It was a week of movies with dear friends and silly sing alongs with that one friend you can always count on to be there when you really needed her and you didn't even know it. The week of American Idol, ordering this years standardized tests and the National Mythology Exam. Of good news of friends arriving safely in Tanzania and the tears and heartache of saying goodbye to them in the first place.
It was the week wherein Rowan spent two days helping a friend paint her room and another out and about on Main Street with other friends and late nights on the computer chatting. I barely saw her at all!
In which I completed a lap blanket, began a scarf, watched Season 7 of Stargate SG1 while I worked and got gloriously behind on my Bible in 90 Days study.
A week where I never did go get my blood work done or Rowan's x-ray but in which I am taking Jenna to the dentist today for a chipped tooth this afternoon.
A week where I took Jenna to the ice rink, stopped at Walmart on the way home and promptly forgot why I was there. Thankfully, I email my mother every morning and when I called her at work to see if I had, in fact, mentioned in the email why I was going to Walmart, she was able to tell me. New underwear for the little one. Which I bought, came home with, washed and put away with satisfaction just to have her wailing that evening that they didn't fit right. Sigh.
A week where I still have the "to do" list I've been ignoring and still need to grocery shop and stop by my mother's. I forgot vacuum bags at Walmart too and had to empty mine out by hand for the 3rd time, blech.
A week ending in some small satisfaction of getting a few things done.
A week ending knowing that my worst days are nothing compared to the day my sister in law will be having and that there is precious little I can do about it.
A week of more global upheaval wherein I take comfort in the small wonders of daily life.
Each day, awakening, are we asked to paint the sky blue? Need we coax the sun to rise or flowers to bloom? Need we teach birds to sing, or children to laugh, or lovers to kiss? No, though we think the world imperfect, it surrounds us each day with its perfections. We are asked only to appreciate them, and to show appreciation by living in peaceful harmony amidst them. The Creator does not ask that we create a perfect world; He asks that we celebrate it. ~Robert Brault,