Yesterday was just another day.
It was the kind of a day where we go about our business in the company of one another. Another day in a long line of days of being together where nothing special happens.
Husband transplanted his cacti. He'd done so on Saturday and continued it yesterday.
Such matters are a labour of love for him. He is happiest when he is amongst the plant kingdom. On a level only he understands they are his kith and kin and he is charged with their care.
I was busy at my manuscript. I needed to go over it and take notes so I can start work on the long synopsis for the proposal package. I will work on the package while the hard copy cools enough for me to find my mistakes.
As I made my notes over the past few days I found places that required more work, more words, more thought. I made notes on that as well and will attend to them when I go over the version I printed out.
Husband was busy with plants, I with my words.
It was a good day. A normal day. A day where nothing special happens. It was a wonderful day, and for it I am grateful.
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It sounds lovely.
Yesterday was a good day for me because it's the day I work alone: just me and the dogs, working at my own pace with no outside demands, only the demands of dog-nature and weather.
Mary Anne in Kentucky
That sounds so wonderful, Mary Anne.
Sounds like a very lovely "normal" Leah and Mary Anne!
I too find myself extremely grateful for how awesome "normal" life is, and I know how lucky I am. Long ago, I used to dread Mondays and now I love 'em as much as every other day!
Yes! Those are the best days. Plants, words, gratitude.
Crabby, few people embrace Mondays. Go you!
Bossy Betty, good to find others who see it that way.
"After all," Anne had said to Marilla once, "I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”
L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
Yes. Thank you for this, Messymimi.
"On a level only he understands they are his kith and kin and he is charged with their care."
There's such beauty in this.
Thank you so much, Hilary.
sounds like a good and peaceful day.
It surely was.
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