I had it all planned. It was a cold and rainy Wednesday. I was caught up with emails. I had just finished sending out a mandala that someone had commissioned, and I had gone through the mail. It was time for some more coffee and then I was going to settle down and whip out four garlic baskets this afternoon. The material for them has been sitting out for days now, and every day I think that I’ll get to them and I don’t. Every day is going to be the day
But the plan didn’t quite work out. At 3 pm, Kaegan and Melody (Dennis’s son and his girlfriend) called to say that they were just about to get on the ferry. Not that I wasn’t totally thrilled that they were on their way, but we thought that they were going to be staying in Seattle tonight and coming out tomorrow.
So instead of garlic baskets, I made bread, dusted, vacuumed, mopped, did laundry, changed sheets, picked flowers, and cooked dinner. I also hugged and kissed, got hugged and kissed, talked, listened, laughed, shared and felt wonderfully joyful.
It’s now 2 am.
As for the garlic baskets, maybe tomorrow will be the day….
PS: Happy Birthday, Anita!
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