Thriving

My life is coming together! I look at my living room and it is me! Not me making do, or me just surviving, but me thriving!

I've got a busy week coming up, lots to do and starting to get ready to leave for Denver too. Only eight more days until I see my new granddaughter.

I even enjoyed the laundromat today. I'm learning that for me it pays to go before I am overburdened with too much wash. So, there I was, sitting on a stool, reading my book, with a cool drink I brought from home, and I looked up at the industrial strength washers in front of me to see what appeared to be a kaleidoscope. In the center was a magnificent combination of brilliant turquoise, reds and yellows, surrounded by deep dark blue. After a while it spun out into swirls and I thought, "This must be a quilt." But it wasn't and it never again came up in the same intriguing pattern again. It was just a load of brightly colored laundry that happened to do something quite beautiful and I happened to be looking when that happened. A woman came over and asked everyone something in Spanish, which went right over my head and then my clothes were dry. As I was leaving two little toddlers with their hair up in pigtails giggled and ran out the door in front of me. There was a busy parking lot out there and no one seemed to have noticed them except for me. Turning to the room I said, "You have two escapees who just left." Wondering if anyone would even understand me, but not to worry. Their mother, who was on the phone, evidently understands English just fine. She made a mad dash for the door and grabbed them both, plopping them back into the little barnyard like place where the other babies sat playing on the floor. She smiled, thanking me and I left.

I came home, walked Chauncey and here I am, ready to write my thots and then go to bed so I can be up early and off to the YWCA tomorrow. Life seems so simple.

I hope it stays this way for a while. A minimum of fuss and time to do whatever needs to be done. This is my idea of the good life.