If you are a very, very good girl and work very, very hard, once in a while you get a very relaxing and peaceful night all to yourself.
After knocking out a few minor chores (not the kinda chores that Laura Ingalls Wilder had, no milking, hay tossing, bridge construction or apple picking. . . more like laundry, dishes and sweeping), I settled in last night, watched television, knitted on Glee and my Online socks. Most of what was on the tellie were reruns, so I simply relaxed on the bed, knitting and cats spread out around me, laundry turning in the dryer.
I must admit that my definition of heaven changes as I get older. It used to involve much, much more than a comfy bed, good companions and a lull in my busy week.
However, the latter is much closer to heaven than I ever expected.
Friday, March 09, 2007
May I have another Thursday night, please?
So sayeth Ragged Around the Edges at Friday, March 09, 2007
Filed neatly away: lamenting
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2 comments:
Horray for quiet nights at home. Nothing better in my book!
Good thing I worked at Home Depot so I knew what you were talking about when you wrote "quarter round." Yay for you and your accomplishments this weekend! That's quite a list and you deserved your soak and maybe some R&R. Did you have Calgon?
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