Sometimes writing this feels like the man in the old Dunkin Donuts commercial. “Time to make the donuts…” as he drags out of bed well before the rest of the world of is awake.
I pull up my word document and begin typing. I don’t know what will come out or where it will go. That is the interesting part. What am I thinking today? What am I feeling? The posts are definitely of the moment. If I am having a bad time of it at the moment, the post is sad. If I am having a good time of it at the moment, the post is happy.
I am feeling simply quiet. Today was a holiday for me from work. Texas Independence Day. I have spent the weekend moving forward. Friday, I picked up some novels at the used book store, a couple of movies on DVD at buy one get one free. I replaced the quilts on our bed with new ones. I read one of the books on Saturday. We visited a new church on Sunday. My wash is done up. I have a menu plan working for the week. My clothes outfits are planned for the work week. The house is tidy. Supper is cooked. Dishes pending.
I would say I have had an orchid kind of weekend. Not every weekend is full of outings and people. I am very pleased with the things I have accomplished. No. I did not get it all done. There are still some things I have not completed. But, I feel rested and content. Isn’t that a good thing for the end of a weekend?
I have made some plans to maintain forward motion. I love to make lists. I have made yet another list of simple things to remember to do when I am not moving forward. Things like: assemble the next meal’s ingredients, lay out my clothes for the next day, read a book. My 9 to 5 has enough challenge and stress. I need simple things at home.
I hope starting March this way sets a pattern for the month. I need space to rest and turn off my whirlwind thoughts. I had a restful time. The plan is to have a productive week at work and at home. And naturally there is a plan B, C and D. Not really. I just try to remain flexible and adjust as the days flow.
I continue to work on ways to better care for him. He is my priority. It may not seem like it sometimes. I try to look put together for him. I try to cook better for him. I try to keep up with my chores for him. Clean clothes, clean dishes, a tidy home, groceries bought, meals cooked. Yes. It is old-fashioned. But, I have the time, talent, knowledge, and the heart’s desire to do it. I do it for me as well. But, I do it differently because of him. I can’t quite explain how it is different than if it was just for me. But it is. Simply because I love him with all my heart. I want him to have a long, happy, healthy life. I will continue to do whatever I can to contribute to that life.