I have the day off, which automatically does wonders for a day鈥檚 appearance. I like that part about having a job. I enjoy it, love the people I work with, even work from home, but it鈥檚 not a calling, so despite all the positives about it, a day off still feels a treat and said job stays firmly rooted to the desk in the other room. I鈥檒l miss that if I ever retire, but my dad said he continued to wake at 4 am but would just go to the bathroom and then chuckle his way back to bed, so I suppose one just finds their jollies elsewhere.
I also like a day off during the week when I can be alone. It feels more completely off. When he鈥檚 here I鈥檓 just bombarded by his noise. The TV, the phone conversations, the needs and expectations. He鈥檚 just there, just living, and he even tries to give me my space, but we don鈥檛 match so when we鈥檙e together, I feel the need to conform to him. It鈥檚 not like I walk around grumbling and hissing at him or anything - I just go downstairs - but it鈥檚 extra nice to have today where I don鈥檛 have to think about where he is in the house and what he鈥檚 doing and what he鈥檚 expecting of me so keeping an eye on the time I take for myself. Hence long pointless ramble. 馃槅
We鈥檙e having the loveliest spring so far. I was terribly worried about drought and fires since we鈥檇 had so little snow and got off to a dry start, but April showers were true to form and my world is that lush glowing green of a springtime that woke up on the right side of the bed. The old shrub outside the door that I love ridiculously hasn鈥檛 fared well over the last couple of dry years, despite my attempts to keep it watered, and last year its leaves were tiny. I always loved its leaves. Raindrops sit on them and shine like little drops of molten silver. Something about the texture I spose.
Last year many of the branches got no leaves at all. This year, there are still quite a few bare branches but the leaves are a little bigger and fuller and happy looking. It warms my heart. 鈽猴笍 Yesterday it rained steadily all day, what my dad would call a nice soaker, and everyone in the meeting was complaining about how gloomy it was. I was mean and pointed out how beautiful and green everything was. 馃き I know. Not the way to make friends. But old Mr. Shrub out there is happy and the birds just sound ecstatic and we haven鈥檛 had a burn warning in weeks. 鉂わ笍鉂わ笍鉂わ笍 The sun is shining today, and the sky is that pure clean Crayola sky blue. No dirty haze, no muffled off-color shadowy light. The yard looks like a yard and not a field of skinny matchsticks stuck in the ground. Today is a gift. Kane and I will be spending the afternoon outside. We鈥檒l see if we can walk down the trail a bit. He鈥檚 losing control of his back legs now and I鈥檓 afraid our days are numbered, but he can still walk a little ways and I think he鈥檇 like to go check on his trees. 馃槅
So that鈥檚 it. Just a long bit of inconsequential thoughts in an unremarkable life. If you鈥檝e read this far鈥鈥檓 sorry. 馃槀馃 Have a wonderful weekend!
