As I unfolded them to put them on the bed, they smelled like perfume. It took me back to the moment I first purchased perfume wash.
I haven’t used those sheets since last summer, so I was delightfully surprised they still had that smell.
I haven’t bought Tyler wash in a while.
We started out by using it for sheets and towels only, but then we began using it for all of our clothing as well. It became expensive to use for every wash because the small bottle emptied quickly.
It was no longer special, or a moment.
I vowed to go to that little hardware store this week, and buy some perfumed wash. Our sheets will smell like mine do today. This time it will remain only for sheets because overuse steals the moment.
In any relationship you need to spend time together. Even if it’s sitting in the same room. Just be present with one another. Make the most of every moment.
By the third year, I realised football was not going away. It was a part of his life, and so was I. How to intertwine the two? Add a part of me to football.
Welcome to Romantic Football.
I light candles along the mantle, and in the room, but the mantle is always lit during football.
This past football season I’ve been present, and it’s been enjoyable. I actually like football now.
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Note to self: “Bake cookies the day before she gets home.”
So the house doesn’t smell like fresh baked cookies when she walks in. The smells lingers, and she’ll ask if I had cookies with my coffee. I’m prepared to be fussed at.
Stepping into the hallway this morning, it felt chilly.
At first, I thought the air was turned down too low, but the air conditioning wasn’t running. The house was quiet and the air felt cool, and crisp. It reminded me fall is coming.
August in Texas means heat, but it was sweet catching a glimpse.
I’m really trying to plug into this little community.
That means leaving the house, and making myself visible.
After moving here, my daughter announced, “Hey Mom. You can always go hang out with the bikers on the weekends!”
Now, it’s one of my favorite things to do. A restaurant called Rolling Thunder Roadhouse is less than a mile from my home, and I go there often to sit and read, or engage in conversation. The owner’s Roger and Donna have pretty much adopted me. Roger is a French Chef, and his wife Donna has done a little bit of everything. We had an instant connection, plus, they make the best cold brew coffee!
Cold brew and Chocolate Biscotti. On my way!
When my daughter and I moved here in January, I was pondering what should come with me. Do I really want to continue doing everything this year, in this new chapter, that I had been doing last year? Was it a fruitful path?
I had a job offer last week. It would still be working from home, but the company would have their calls forwarded for me to answer the calls. The owner knows I have phone skills, and will pay good money for them. A friend of mine busted out laughing when I told her my initial response.
I don’t know. I think I want to harvest seeds from the Hydrangea flower, and grow them to sell to my neighbors.
The company didn’t really have a response to that. Haha
Don’t sweat it lovelies. I’m going to go speak with them in person today. For me it really is about face to face. When I typed the first sentence of this post, is sounded like I was referring to the WordPress community, but I continued on.
I love this community, but over time I find myself letting go of virtual community. My phone still has no social media apps on it, and I’ve closed all my accounts except Facebook. I came across a Blog this morning that explains the technology addiction perfectly. You can read it here.
Do I want to continue Blogging? That has been the big question this year. I’ve posted more this week, than I posted the entire month of April. January through April, I posted one a week, and that used to be daily, so there’s progress.
Maybe I will go see Roger and Donna this morning, and take a book I’ve been reading with me. It’s a gorgeous day outside, and I just want to be out there, instead of in here.
It’s time to unplug from the computer, and plug into life.
Making a coffee pour over has a calming effect over me.
Once I go through all the steps of setting it up, I’m forced to slow down, and enjoy the process. Watching as the boiling hot water, slowly escapes from the spout of the pour over kettle. It hits the coarse grounds, and they begin to bloom. (My fave) Today, I poured the water very slowly, in attempt to keep the bloom alive for as long as possible.
That magnificent bloom.
I listened intently during the process. When the water first hit the grounds, and the liquid drained into the empty cup, it was noisy. I could hear it trickling. As the cup filled with the hot liquid, the trickling became quieter, and quieter.
I knew the cup was full when it was completely quiet.
I published a Blog yesterday, and went back into my Blogsite and deleted it. The same thing happened today. Write, edit, publish, and an hour later, delete. To the 5 people who read them both, “I apologize if I scarred you for life.”
My email followers received notifications of the posts. Clicked on the link, and stared at air. I apologize to you too. I have discovered that waiting on this appointment next week causes me to feel vulnerable. I don’t mind being vulnerable, but to let someone read about it, amplifies the feeling.
If you’re a writer, maybe you do the same thing.
Publish a Blog, and then delete it, or maybe you have some in drafts that you can’t bring yourself to finish, and publish. I have some of those too, but there is something I’ve learned.
No matter how sucky I think that published Blog may be…it’s going to help someone. It’s going to have something in there that someone needs to see. So, maybe if I write this at night, hit publish, and go to bed, you can read it while I sleep. Because waiting on Tuesday to arrive is not working.
My instinct is to disappear for a few days, and become quiet.
To remove myself from the lives of the people I love, so they don’t have to be a part of what I’m going through. That is my way of protecting them. Well, the last time I checked, my circle of people are some brilliant, grounded adults who can decide whether they need protection or not.
I believe you are only as alone as you allow yourself to be.
I don’t feel alone, so thank you, for not leaving me alone.
