Yay!!! It's Monday

Do you know what this means to me? It means that last week, that perfectly awful, most hateful of weeks, is now part of history. The week that lasted two hundred and thirty-two days, seventeen hours and eleven minutes (It did!) can no longer wreak havoc in my psyche. No, nothing catastrophic happened. The toilet didn’t overflow. I didn’t break my most favorite dish in the world from when I was a little girl. I didn’t attempt, and, subsequently fail, to bake bread yet again. I just felt, all week, like some unseen cosmic force bumped into the tablescape of my life and dis-arranged everything so that when I reached for my Spice of Life shaker, it was just to the left of where it should have been.

That cosmic jolt was hard enough that it caused my body to revert to PMOS, or Pre-Menopausal Operating System. After 9 months of thinking that I was totally through with that part of my life, (and being quite happy about it, I might add,) I had an honest-to-goodness period, complete with cramps, bloating, and bitchiness and tears a slight decrease in cheerfulness. As if that were not enough, I got what was either a cold of epic proportions, monster bronchitis or a really nasty flu bug. Whatever it was, it knocked me on my asthmatic butt. I spent most of the week puffing on my albuterol inhaler, eating Mucinex and ibuprofen and squeezing my knees together so I wouldn’t wet my pants every time I coughed. I still haven’t found the baseball bat that JD3 must have used to beat me about the head and chest when I went to sleep at night.

It must have been a lack of oxygen to my brain that caused me to string words together into stupidity and direct them at two of my most favorite people in the world, one of them being my daughter. I said what I said to her out of love and concern for her happiness, but it came out all wrong and I hurt her feelings. My motives were pure and I said it kindly, but I was waaaaaaay off base. When I think about it now, I think JD3 would have been justified if he really had beat me up with a bat.

I hurt my friend by being insensitive to her feelings on a particular issue. I laughed at and participated in a joke, which on the surface, seemed innocent enough. However, when viewed through the window of her life experiences, it wasn’t funny at all and made light of something which is very special to her. And then, I tripped over my clumsy apology and landed right smack dab in the tender spot that remained from the original hurt. She told me that “No, it didn’t hurt,” that I had been a part of it. But I think it did and I still feel awful about it.

Yes, I’m glad that week is done and I can start on a new one. After all, today is the first day of the rest of my life. And I have big plans. Today I get on with the business of starting that simple life I’ve been yammering on about for so long. What better way to begin than to join Peggy Hostetler at The Simple Woman's Daybook in taking a little look into the day plans and thoughts of those of us who are focusing on simplicity...the beauty of the everyday moments around us.



March 2, 2009


Outside my window... It’s gray and windy and cold. But it’s not snowing like they said it would.

I am thinking...that I really, really, reeeeeally want it to snow.

I am thankful for...my husband. I don’t think he realizes how much I love him and appreciate him.

From the learning rooms... It is very quiet. No, I didn’t home school my daughter, but when we were together, we were always learning from each other. She’s away at college now and I miss her very much. This past week has been especially hard.

From the kitchen... I think I will get one more cup of tea.

I am wearing...jeans, my favorite paint-spattered pink T-shirt and pink socks. The pinks are not the same color!

I am creating... a dishcloth and a pillow cover; both of which I plan to finish this week.

I am going...Wednesday to have lunch with a friend I worked with at Hospice.

I am reading... The Secret Life of Bees - very slowly. Very, very slowly.

I am hoping...that Anna feels better this morning and that there was a 2-hour delay in her class schedule so that she could rest a bit longer.

I am hearing... house noises - the refrigerator running, the heat pump humming. And an occasional car on the road in front of the house.

Around the house... the pets are sleeping peacefully.

One of my favorite things...peacefully sleeping pets!

A few plans for the rest of the week: I plan to clean and organize. Then sit down and actually write out goals for the week.

Here is picture thought I am sharing...





One of my goals for the week is to bake a prettier loaf of bread than this one!