Monday, November 21, 2016

{all is well}

Clean house.  Food in for Thanksgiving, turkey in fridge thawing.  And as is my habit, forgot the marshmallows.  Always forget something if I don't write it down...you know.  And I bought about 6 pounds of sweet potatoes.  Not sure what I was thinking.  Kept filling bags.  There was an older man in a riding cart who stopped by the sweet potato display and looked me right in the eye and said it reminded him of his growing up...said his father raised them.  He was so sincere.  Such sweetness.  I was speechless, touched by the expression on his face.  And kept filling plastic bags with them.  Oh my.

JOY.  Son and his new wife are in the air and will be here before midnight.  The girls are busy watching old I Love Lucys to distract themselves until we head to the airport and I'm listening to Spotify...3 Tenors, Jordan Feliz, Need to Breathe, Women of Faith ('You Are God Alone', and 'Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing', and an old favorite by Cynthia Clawson called 'It Won't Rain Always'...best watched on YouTube, from the Gaither Homecoming).  I love her.

Nice to be still for a bit. 

We're all tired, but good tired.

I've enjoyed cleaning things that rarely get fussed over, and my two youngest have been tireless in helping me.  And I'm getting my happy back.  I went to the dollar store the other day and fancied some cut-glass looking stemware.  They had a display of holiday dishes on a table at the front of the store with plain wine glasses along with some fancier pieces.  'Course we're talking about inexpensive, but my goodness, I love these glasses.  Bought enough for everyone to have one on Thanksgiving without having to mix patterns. We're so bad about breaking things, so to spend more would be ridiculous.  Would be more wise to just throw a glass to the floor after washing them, just to get it over with.  I should always buy one extra, just because.

And I bought a new ROOT candle at Fresh M*rket to burn as well, some sort of pumpkin scent---am saving it for Thursday.  Cloth napkins are clean and just need to iron (or put in the dryer to let it self-iron) the damask tablecloth.  New purple stumpy tapers for the glass candle holders, which match nothing, but the color was so beautiful. 

Been reading Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged, which is a amazing book, but had to balance it with a Joanna Trollope called The Other Family since my brain needed a rest.  The Ayn Rand is like eating a rich dessert and truly, I tend to read a few pages, then have to digest it.  It's what excellent novels are all about.

All in all, my heart is full.  Disjointed post, but that's okay.  Take care.



2 comments:

Bonnie said...

Happy Thanksgiving.... joy to have son and his bride coming. Puts a smile on my face and yours takes over the air and the ground and your soul!

Gloriade said...

Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family Melissa. May it be a joy filled day/