January 3, 2010
I had good, no, great intentions of spending the weekend writing my final book review for 2009. I wanted to begin putting together my year-end summary of the books I read and loved. And those I loathed. I planned to spend several hours on the the couch, huddled beneath a warm quilt, lost in Jacob's story in Water For Elephants. But as it goes, my weekend To Do list was a mile long.
There was laundry. Lots of laundry.
And two hours of ironing. (Thank goodness I can iron and watch a dvd at the same time.)
And three weeks of recycling to dispose of.
And two bathrooms to clean.
And menu planning. (Yes. A New Year's resolution.)
And vacuuming. I love my Annie-Dog, but the hair. Oh, the hair.
But, I made time to do the things I love.
I bought flowers.
When it's cold and gray and gloomy, there's just nothing quite like a bouquet of yellow daisies. They make me smile. Thank you, Pam, for the inspiration.
I picked up my camera and took a stroll around my house. I miss taking pictures and am toying with the idea of getting back into Aminus3.
The sun was shining.
:: And out
I danced to Pink Martini... and James Taylor... and Mary Chapin Carpenter, while baking bread.
I called my mom and wrote to my dad and thought of my girls.
I walked for an hour on the treadmill, laughing as I read through several months' of Pioneer Woman's archives. (That woman is a hilarious writer and one helluva photographer!)
I fed my Annie-dog chicken scraps and a piece of bacon. (Shhh, don't tell Rod.)
I fed my husband stew and homemade bread.
And, I realized this is what's important.
Living in the moment. Finding time to do the things I love. Letting go of the desire to do it all now.
It doesn't all have to be written down Right. This. Minute. Publishers Weekly isn't waiting for my reviews. Bookmarks magazine isn't calling for my opinion on the latest best seller.
But, my family is here. Right now.
To the New Year.