It’s been quiet here on the hill and I’m sticking close to home this weekend. Without going into too much detail, there’s just been a lot of sadness lately. I’m not one to sink into a depression, but hell – it’s not like you can stand up to one when it comes pounding at your door in the middle of the night.
Not that this is what happened to me, mind you.
There’s just been a chain of events that culminated in an overall sense of melancholy that I’m positive will end by tomorrow. Today I went to the WalMart with no makeup on, and a headband around my unruly hair. I haven’t had a pedicure in I-don’t-know-how-long and I’d just been to the dump where I dropped off a bunch of recyclables and some household trash, that was - shall we say, a tad ripe.
But still, I was at WalMart. So I fit in perfectly. And I prayed that I wouldn’t run into anyone I knew.
Which, by the grace of God and all the saints, I did not.
I’m sorry because I’m usually much more upbeat here. I’d even bought a beautiful new top to wear to two graduation parties to which I was invited this weekend.
If you came to visit me, I promise I would have all the dishes washed and the floor swept and I would take that plastic sieve off that chair you see there, so you could sit down.
I took the photo above yesterday evening, while I was washing the dinner dishes.
My husband took all of the photos below.
I thought he did a good job with the moon, with the camera being hand-held and all and I have no idea what settings he used.
The photos below were taken early this morning, while I was sleeping . . .
It ended up being the best part of the day, actually. But at least it was beautiful. Unfortunately, I slept through it all.
I wanted to get up and see it. He came up and told me it was pretty outside. But I was so tired. And I’m very thankful for all the pictures.
The festive lights you see around the breakfast nook window have been there since we moved in. They’re part chili pepper and part plain white lights. My husband put them there, and I like them too.
Reading the answers to the questions I posed the other day has been so wonderful. I love reading them and getting to know you all better. Thanks for that ~
Until tomorrow, then . . .
From the archives – the first time my husband took photos while I was sleeping:
While I was sleeping . . . (click on the photos to embiggen)