I really hope you don’t think I’m a pampered woman. Although it is nice to have dinner and tea served to me, I think it’s about time things were like this around here.
I’ve raised two sons and when they were young, I couldn’t imagine life without us as a complete family unit, with all of us living under one roof. Couldn’t imagine it! And as they got older and in high school and college, not only did I begin to imagine it, I began to look forward to life on our own. If I’ve learned one single thing about life, it’s that it changes constantly.
My husband got sick, and then his personality changed (for the better). Our sons grew up and moved out. And now, with him disabled, and me supporting the both of us, things are just different is all. And all I can do is look for the good in them. Because there really is so much.
I don’t post about the bad.
I collected this broken group of mums today and put them in a little oblong glass vase. More on how they came to be broken at the end of this post. And yes, I used textures on this photo. Most of them were from my new fave, Flypaper Textures, and one was from Florabella.
Today for lunch I had a salad with the leftover spicy chicken from last night. It was wonderful. That’s iced tea up there in the left corner. I don’t want you to think I drink wine every day.
Besides, I had a busy day. I aimed for the middle rather than the low and had five things on my list to accomplish. Ok, I won’t lie. I had four things on my list but the second load of laundry counts as two. My list: Do two loads of laundry, sweep out the garage and move things around, sweep the stairs and dining room, plant mums in the containers out front.
I got it all done. Aren’t you proud of me?
I’ve had my eye on this beautiful jar at the local gift shop I haunt. Five weeks ago I saw it for the first time and I thought, ‘if that’s still there the first week of October, I’m getting it’.
Believe me, it wasn’t expensive. I couldn’t have bought it if it were. And it has a floral arrangement in it. More to come later.
I didn’t add anything to this photo. It was fine as it was. That’s natural bokeh in the background and I thought it was enough. There’s a story behind these little mums, however.
I bought these today at my favorite garden/gift shop. It’s near the wine store, so it’s very convenient (I’m only half kidding).
George went with me for the ride, and coming home we pulled into the driveway with our loot. I’d put the little mum plants right behind the driver’s side door on the floor. I opened the door, telling George to “wait”. And he bounded right on top of both of the plants, landing right in the center of them as I stopped him in my surprise. He got out and I yelled at him. Yelled in my loudest voice, “What a naughty dog,” I told him.
My husband called out the window and asked me what was going on.
I took one look at my dog, who was skulking into a crouched position, looking for all the world the outcast that he was and right away I felt badly for yelling at him. I used a command that we never use (wait) rather than “stay”.
My husband had come outside at this point, saw all the crushed flowers, George looking sheepish and me almost in tears because I just yelled at the dog I love. And you know what he did? He hugged me. He told me George didn’t know.
Years ago, he would never have done something so kind as to hug me.
And that’s all I have to say about that.
Some of these photos were used for Mosaic Monday, on my other blog. Have a wonderful week, all!
Until next time, my friends . . .