Feeling. Joyful, grateful, loved.
Trusting. That my kids (this includes my steps, my niece, my nephew, their children) will make it through, and more. That they will thrive!
Hating. That some of my best writing ideas flood in right when it's time to go out the door.
Considering. Taking my journal to church, so I can work on my book or my blog, while appearing to take notes on the homily.
Missing. My grandbabies. Grady-Bug was at a hockey game this weekend. What's Miss Lilia up to?
Hearing. Sara Groves in my head: "And I just showed up. . .for my-y ow-n life. . ."
Savoring. Time with Monica yesterday over coffee, hearing all about the two months she spent in Egypt (yes, she started the revolution and set up the country's first election); Kenya and Uganda; and her plans for grad school. Now, if I can just coax her into putting that blog out there! (The Moni-blog, I call it.) Monica is an amazing woman and friend!
Wondering. Whether all of this snow will melt in time for spring?
Thinking. I want my true size back. Until I turned thirty, I wore an M, meaning Size 10, Missus. Now I've dropped to a 6. (only I'm still the same size) I bought the softest lounging PJ's last week, size S because the M looked big on the rack. If I'd bought the M, there'd be room for both Jack and me inside them.
Laughing. About the sex scenes I've been writing for the novel. Which has nothing at all to do with (see above) Thinking.
Promising. To pay more attention to Lent and Centering Prayer. Which has nothing at all to do with (see above) Laughing.
Reading. A book by Anne Tyler, whose characters might be as quirky as mine.
Noticing. That I look older than I did a week ago. Certain that I've been in out of the sun for too long, now. I've reached the tipping point. C'mon summer. . .
Enjoying. Heather Kopp's blog and RAW at www.SoberBoots.com
Blissing Out. On the usual: mine and Jack's reclusiveness, reading, writing, walking, friendship, looking out the window.
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