A week later...
My title idea is somewhat borrowed from a fellow blogger, but it fits what I feel like today. I don't have any great message or photos, but I feel like writing.
I have had the privilege of some very special days that I haven't had for over a year. They are a reminder of all I hold dear and inspire in me a desire to do a better job of living.
However, it also wore me out. I see that I can go on with stimulation and food for several days, but home again, it was like walking around in a fog. I went to bed early, as a resting place for mind as well as body, the two days I've been home. I've also done very little around the house. Unpacking and laundry are being done a very little at a time. Office work, 15 minutes at a time. I have piles of both waiting for me as I get rested up.
I nap in the afternoons.
I am trying to get the more important things out of the way first.
At the end of last year, I made the debatable choice to be the treasurer of the theater booster club since no one was taking the job and I thought I could handle it. I can handle it, but I am wondering about the responsibility of handling the money. And of dealing with the politics involved. Actually, there is going to be no dealing of that with me, I'm going to keep my mouth shut.
Of course, since I started this post last week, and more exciting life has intervened during that time, I can't remember what I had to say. Probably nothing that amounted to very much.
I just really wanted to show these pictures of the snake.
I don't know what the deal is with these snakes. The last one I saw was hanging out in the grape vine. This one is hanging out by the mailbox, so when I get the mail.
See his little head sticking out?
I had a moment with an entirely insane thought of poking him to see if his head would go into a better position. I don't really mind snakes, I just don't like to find them under my feet.
I was making homemade pancake syrup the other day, having washed and prepared jars and lids and filled them. It wasn't until I tried to put a lid on THIS jar and it didn't fit that I realized it didn't have threads. WHAT KIND OF A JAR IS THIS!
It looks just like half of my jelly jars. I have no idea where it came from. It looks just like a jar, having a lip, under where the threads would be.
Is it a vase? Did flowers come in it during my treatment? Did it ever have some kind of lid and come with food in it? I have no idea, no memory of ever seeing this before. It seems too nice to get rid of, so I put it in the cupboard. It is now a glass.
Freshly canned homemade pancake syrup.
And what post of ordinary days would be complete without of photo of two young Bronco fans. Not that I care anything about the Broncos, but their folks do. I just love this.
Big brother and little brother.