The Daily Joys…

…of a simple life well lived. Where Truth and Peace are the beds we sleep in. Where we can’t count our blessings because we are our blessings. Where we’ve walked thru death and love and those other things that make us human. While we continue to breathe in peace, breathe out a smile.

“There are random moments – tossing a salad, coming up the driveway to the house, ironing the seams flat on a quilt square, standing at the kitchen window and looking out at the delphiniums, hearing a burst of laughter from one of my children’s rooms – when I feel a wavelike rush of joy. This is my true religion: arbitrary moments of nearly painful happiness for a life I feel privileged to lead.”

Elizabeth Berg -The Art of Mending.

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The Ordinary of the Days

OK So yesterday was the day from semi-hell. Rather like a mini-armageddon, or an armageddonette. Between the dryer and the dishwasher and the people visiting to make things whole and the inability for anyone to understand anything, it was exhausting. No one could produce the tools or parts necessary to do their jobs. And there was a bird nest in the dryer vent. (I don’t know why I mention that. It seemed important at the time.) Oh yes, it was only discovered after many unsuccessful attempts to get the hot air flow to actually flow. Need I mention that the washing machine hose was somehow disconnected during the jostling of the dryer? And yes, it was draining at the time so there was water in the hose. A lot of water that continued to gush. It was the giant equivalent of the spilled cup of water that lands on the floor and becomes a gallon when it lands. I can’t bring myself to talk about the dishwasher. I became as nonfunctional as all the other people and appliances. The quotidian routine was unable to juggle the grenade of destruction.

There was only one possible solution. Yes, margaritas were in order.

So today I function with a hangover and, however, functioning appliances and no people. I rejoice in welcoming the ordinary.