It’s early Saturday as I write this. I thought I was going to the county dump this morning, but my husband decided he’d do the job after his normal routine of getting the car completely packed with recycling and household trash. He does a grand job at this, and when his bit is done, it’s mine to take it to the dump and unload it all. After I let out a secret cheer at not having to go, I walked around the backyard a little bit with my camera and my cup of coffee, then came inside to savor the quiet.
Not that it isn’t always quiet here.
And right away, I thought, “I should be vacuuming!” You see, my husband can’t stand the sound of the vacuum. Don’t go thinking that it’s because of the brain surgeries he’s been through because it’s not, really. He’s always been this way. I’m not complaining about it, but it does make it rather difficult to complete the task when he’s in the house. It’s one of the reasons I bought a Miele (they have a quiet setting).
I’m not vacuuming, though. I’m going to savor my coffee while I slowly wake up and enjoy the peace and quiet outside with George, the kitty, and the birds that come to the feeders.
It’s been a busy week at my job trying to get ready for school to start on the 27th, and I made a lot of progress, so this weekend, I'm just going to try and relax.
And maybe I'll even get some vacuuming done ~
See you later.
The photo was taken earlier this month when the hostas were in bloom.