It's bedtime and the day has gone with non stop things to be attended to. It was one of those days where what's next is at hand and there's nothing for it but to step into it.
The washer broke down on Monday. Fortunately Elv was home when it made its loud dying racket, so the new parts were ordered right away. The trickle down of that is that I get to spend time with Lisl in her busy, messy, cozy home borrowing her washer.
We have such nice grandkids. Jube showed up to let me in and haul the loads from the car. And the red-head Rian boy who is seven reads aloud with ease and expression.
This morning while the three little boy's moms went to their work out session, the boys stayed here at Marmee's house. They played "church with their teddy bears" on the stairs, singing loudly out of upside down song books. At 1 and 2 and 4 years old, their church is perfection of praise in my book.
Honestly, there is little time to journal this week. Thanksgiving Day plans are developing in my mind. You know, just thinking about how the day should go. There shall be a few guests around our fall decorated table. Something of meat, gravy, snowy mounds of potatoes, and pumpkin dessert of some form or other seems like the right things to serve. A puzzle and snow play. Boards games and singing.
The new Mary Jane magazines are still smoldering to be seen properly while I grab stolen minutes to write here.
The garden needs my help. There's a deer hanging in the swing tree to be cut up and packaged this evening. And Shaye Elliotts words ring in my mind, "Even if I am less productive, I'm only human and there's something lovely about the human pace versus doing everything quickly with machines." Yes please, I agree, knowing full well that some things will have to be allowed to be laid aside or dropped altogether, if I am going to be content with what my two hands can get done. Besides, I want to savor the contentment of finished fall chores sitting by the fireside at home...a white snow storm...
I suppose that's dichotomous: the human pace and finished chores, especially about the log pile becoming usable firewood. Still, there's something there I want to meditate over.
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