I ended up working at home today, which is probably a good thing. We still didn't have our computers and stuff all up and running in the office (after we were struck by lightning last week), so I brought all my stuff home, opened my windows, turned on some good music, and...
It's been cloudy and breezy all day and the promising scent of rain floated through my windows. It called me out to my porch for a bit. It was just a tiny minute, but it was so nice. I talked to a dove and said hello to a Papa Mockingbird.
I talked to my brother and to Julianna. I did laundry and dishes. I deconstructed a dress that needs re-constructing. And, I mean, I got my work done too, mostly.
And with all that, I still feel like I'm in some state of suspended animation. I'm waiting for my honey to come home. I'm waiting on some decisions about what to do with my kids over the summer. I'm waiting to see what will come of my job situation. So, no matter how much I get done, so much feels undone and there seems to be nothing I can do about it.
I have a few more tasks to accomplish before bed tonight. I don't even want to tackle them. Maybe it's just that I don't think they'll make me feel any more accomplished, what with all the big stuff out there, waiting to be solved.
The rain loomed and flirted with my parched lawn all afternoon. It finally burst out at the most inopportune moment - Emma and I were on our way in to Publix to pick up a chicken. The wind blew my skirt up and around in many embarrassing ways as I tried to hold onto it with one hand, struggling to keep the umbrella in the other, simultaneously sheltering my little one from the fierce onslaught. She squealed and I screamed and the boys who were gathering errant carts smiled at the two of us.
I'm not worried or stressed about the undone things - yet. But when they do all come tumbling together, I promise to squeal loud enough for all to hear.
DAILY BLISS: open windows