Simple Woman’s Daybook

I completely missed last Tuesday.

Outside my window… Sunny, in the mid-40s, the honeysuckle is blooming, and lilacs. And dandelions and ajuga.

I am thinking… about garden design, my mother’s plight, estate planning, friends coming to visit, lots of things I need to do today.

I am thankful for… T’s last day of radiation today; friends who visit; money.

From the kitchen… not much happening other than the dishwasher running.

I am wearing… jeans, reddish plaid flannel shirt.

I am creating… order (or so I think!)

I am going… to be meditating more

I am reading … just finished the latest Carolyn Hart ‘Death on Demand’ book (mindless reading), still midway through Rene Girard’s Battling to the End, still have  Penelope Lively’s The Photograph to read and a Ruth Rendell Wexford novel.

I am hoping… that some things coalesce in a good way, e.g., the garden design (esp. fencing), trip planning for Dec., Mom’s care.

I am hearing… the dishwasher, a truck outside. This morning woke up to many chickadees in the apple tree.

Around the house… we are very gradually thinking about the projects we want to do in the house but we haven’t made any moves yet other than for the outside space.

One of my favorite things… whirling like a dervish

A few plans for the rest of the week: Garden designers tonight, friend visiting tonight, Frank Lloyd Wright class tomorrow, friend visiting tomorrow and Thurs, vet visit either scheduled or done, fill in blanks in estate planning documents, plan Dec vacation.

Here is a picture thought I am sharing…

30 April 2010

(Lots of other women write these, too: The Simple Woman’s Daybook)


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