Leia and Rory spent the day alone again, after a good walk in the freezing morning hours. At least I had that to fall back on, that I had taken them for a walk.
Now here we are, 9 PM, and they are lying here at my feet, faithful as ever, despite my ignoring them all day. But I will do better by them tomorrow. My plan is to stay and prep the front bedroom for painting. I got the ladder from the youngest child who now lives across town. I got some painting supplies and my vacuum cleaner, too. So now all the hair that is under the couch and in the corners, and of course on the rug, can be sucked away. One week of not vacuuming and I could weave a coat from all the hair.
I got to lie on the rug at the youngest child’s house today, and stretch my neck and back by doing a little yoga. (A gloriously hair-free rug might I add!) Yoga, as well as writing, is something that has taken a back seat to everything else lately. But since the accident I had on the freeway almost two weeks ago, my neck and back have been like steel. That stretching and rolling on them really helped.
Then I helped son-in-law bring in two IKEA couches and I need some more yoga time.
I also got to hold the new little guy, my grandson. That is always a worthwhile way to spend the day.
Oh yes, and I drove out to where my son lives to let him in his home, since his key was somewhere, but not with him.
I started the day with my mom, walking the dogs. I ended the day with my mom, eating dinner at a little Mexican restaurant down the street in our shared neighborhood.
I got to visit with my nephew in midtown where we used to live next door to him. It was really strange being there, walking up the driveway of the house that used to be home.
Finally, though, I am home. I love this home. I love the open windows with the breeze that comes through. I love the 1956 kitchen, complete with it’s 1956 oven, range, and brown tile.
It was a hodgepodge day, and thus it is a hodgepodge post.
