Mine have come to me late.
What I want most is to help them realize theirs.
current time: 7:40 p.m.
in my mug: unsweetened iced tea
in my belly: taco salad with gorgeous fresh backyard tomatoes
in my ears: Zach Gill-Watch Them Grow
in the fridge: farm fresh milk in a glass bottle from about five miles away
on the editor: seashells from the girl’s vacation they were arranging on the front porch
last watched: Jack Johnson “En Concert” yesterday while I ordered books for vacation
feeling good about: 88 degrees. believe me it’s a welcome relief
feeling bummed about: needing a new cell phone and not being able to make a decision about what to get
last thing that made me laugh: Karelyn stating matter of factly that God left the Honey Nut Cheerios on our kitchen island while we were away today. (really it was my Dad, who caved to her request for normal cereal)
Today I needed a reminder to love summer. Hot, sticky, humidity, had to have been in the 100′s today. The air conditioner is working it’s behind off to keep us at near 80. Energy consumption is up and just plain energy is down.
This morning I woke and saw a flurry of butterflies dancing high in the mimosa tree. It was a needed nudge. A reminder that each season must come and go. That this may not be my time. Perhaps it is the butterflies time. They are everywhere, dancing, feeding. So have your time butterflies. Enjoy the dance while it lasts. I will let you enjoy and I will hide out here at the computer and work with photos until I’ve lost track of all time.
***with a disclaimer that I totally ripped this concept off Lisa.
thinking of you right now.
current time: 10:47 p.m.
in my mug: Earl Grey Creme with milk and honey
in my belly: Ghirardelli bittersweet baking chips.
in my ears: Xavier Rudd-Fresh Green Freedom
in the fridge: pomegranates (i know not local or in season, shoot me)
on the nightstand: the lastest Jamie Oliver and Food & Wine magazines (i’ve not time to read right now)
on the editor: photos of Emily from the weekend. (above)
last watched: Season 1: Fringe on DVD re-watch. (say sci-fi tv geek).
feeling good about: the new logo designs I got today.
feeling bummed about: hot stinkin’ heat and humidity and not being able to keep my windows open to hear the crickets.
last thing that made me laugh: random twitter moment “that last tweet was confusing. I am not allergic to the battery charger”.
I was going to do a formatted post today. But this is more important, this other thing I am doing.
My second blog site is heading for a start date of September 1st. Working through design stages now and feeling out first posts and challenges. I’ve been setting up a new email account, new folders, new files, a new twitter account. So if you see me and don’t know me it will be under bitsofkindness. (i haven’t been able to integrate everyone from the old twitter account to the new one, so if i haven’t found you yet, please follow me so i can return the favor).
little bits of kindness. I know I’ve been hinting around it for awhile. No link yet, but it’s almost here. It’s been my day and night obsession for the last few months. It’s a little like when you find home.
You know what I found at home when I finally found it. A whole lot of other fantastic folks and places and that is a HUGE understatement. I never, ever dreamed there were so many people out there doing good things.
A lot of it is waiting for the new blog. But this one I knew I had to immediately post about since I saw what a huge impact it had.
Last week I joined a group called LOVE BOMB. The sole purpose of Love Bomb is to once a week drop comments on the blog of someone who is in need of it. It takes five minutes a week. That is it.
I know you. I know your good heartedness. I know your giving natures. I know you can do it too.
Because let me tell you. The first love bomb mission I took part in was to hit up a young, gifted writer who just happens to be suffering from anorexia. She writes with beauty, with honesty and with pain and anger and tenderness.
I got the email at work. I went over. I read her words. I commented. And then I went back today and read her new post after she went through over 350 positive and supportive comments on her blog and lost it completely.
This is what is is about people.
(forgive that , i know it makes no sense, but it’s my favorite expression).
Look at what we can do with this world.
I spent the better part of three days purging the playroom and bedroom. And I mean purging. It looked amazing by the time they were to return on Sunday, all nice and neat and clean and orderly. Imagine their surprise when they start finding all the things that were lost among the rubbish.
Clean sheets, made beds, a stack of library books for each of them waiting for bedtime. Babar for Emily, Elephant & Piggy for Karelyn. And a card tucked under each pillow so that they would know how much they were missed. How lovely it was to have them home. What amazing, clean, pretty, lovely rooms. So you know where they slept that night, right? Any guesses whose bed?