Today, I was surprised to discover that I now semi-enjoy the household chores I used to despise. There's a homey satisfaction in realizing that the laundry pile is only a quarter of its original size. There is also a great sense of accomplishment in making sure that all of the dishes are put away so that dinner utensils won't clutter the sink. I straightened up my room, not because I HAD to, but just because I wanted to.
I spent time with old friends yesterday, which was nice. It has been entirely too long since I've had that one-on-one conversation opportunity. I love talking with people, sharing experiences, and seeing how much we have grown and changed.
I was standing under the stars last night, drinking in the scent of damp grasses, and thinking of the scores of individuals who have marveled (in like fashion) at the same celestial beauty. I saw "Kingdom of Heaven" last night (based on the crusades, for anyone who doesn't know), and imagined historical figures gazing to the stars with hope as they stood on the edge of battle. I highly recommend that movie if you like history and can withstand 2.5 hours in a theater. :)
Anyway. Enough poetics. I helped with a little bit of yard work after Dad got home, then went to a restaurant at the end of the road to pick up (and bring back) dinner. It took forty-five minutes longer than they expected, so we didn't eat until 9:00. The rest of the evening has been rather lax with a little bit of TV here and there. I really wanted to catch up on pleasure reading this summer, but now that I have time, I can't find anything that grabs me. I always gravitate back to the Brontes, L.M. Montgomery, Gone with the Wind, and Jane Austen, but...bleh. I dunno. Maybe I'll find something that grabs me in the next day or two.
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