A thunderstorm during the night gave me a hope of a cooler day. Like the news these days, it was false. The day is already heating up fiercely. I’m closing windows and blinds and turning on the central furnace fan. I’m staying put, taking it easy and not putting on my bra. Funny how a little piece of cloth can make you feel so much hotter. My boobs actually don’t need it. They are able to stand alone. There’s not much to them to sag. There’s always an up side to a down size. Grateful for every little thing.
I am having a second cup of tea – and a big slice of raisin sourdough. Funny how the heat can kill your appetite and then other times increase it. I had my breakfast not that long ago. I am on my own today. The guy is off to the lake to see his buddies sail off on the Elbow Run for a week without him. This is the first time in over 10 years that it’s happened. It happens. There’s always a first time for everything. There’s a time to stop and a time to start something new. I was never that enthralled that I would go on a 7 day sailing thing. Sheba and I made occasional day trips with him. Sheba loved the water, sailing on it. NOT swimming in it. Her last sail was in August 2019.
How long ago it all seems. How young we looked then. I am sure we will be saying the same thing in a few years from now. Sheba has been gone for 6 years. My mother almost 2.
I am home alone. The house is dark with all the venetians closed. The house feels amazingly comfortable and cool. I am likewise. I have plans of cleaning house and home. I am moving amazingly slow so I don’t know how much I will get done. Today is a day I am giving myself. I am relaxing, letting go of measurements and goals. What will be, will be on this 18th day of the Ultimate Blog Challenge.
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I don’t know about you, but I love being home alone. It doesn’t happen often enough for me.
Your sailing pictures look like so much fun. I would love to be out there right now.
There’s something really peaceful about a day you give to yourself like this. The quiet house, the tea and sourdough, the blinds closed against the heat. It sounds like exactly what the day called for. And the photos of Sheba, that last sail in 2019, carry a lot in them. “How young we looked then” is such a true thing to notice. The years have a way of turning ordinary afternoons into the ones we hold onto. Thanks for letting us sit in this one with you. I hope your partner’s sailing week is a good one.
Lily, I love the way you weave minutia with big thoughts. I hope you found your cool space in every way. I love being alone. For me, that’s a treat and a privilege. I was blessed to have canoeing and sailing lessons in the past, and it makes me very comfortable on the water. But I’ll let The Guy enjoy his sailing time. I would rather be home and try. I am sorry you lost Sheba. Is there another dog now?
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The heat wave has got to go! But I hear you about being home alone and able to get things done…or maybe just rest! Just an FYI my bra is off too! LOL
I’m also “team I like to be home alone”, but I have to admit, my curiosity was piqued by the ‘first time in over 10 years’ comment. Is there a story behind him not going this year?