Tales

Today’s the day that teddy bears have their picnic… no, no that’s not it. I will say it is good, in a tired way. Weekends are never long enough, but they have to work. I have been a machine lately, the flu has flown. I am extremely peppy, I love prepping for Christmas and that should keep me kicking till mid January. I have been in this livingroom for thirty three years. I can look at it and picture so many events! Lots of birthday parties, Christmas, visitors, the kids playing.. more than one generation. I remember when it never seemed clean or empty, now it mostly is, much of the time.

I remember when a bird came down the chimney, I remember neighbours gathered around the fireplace , when the power went out. I remember my mostly grown kids carrying the couch out to the curb, because it was junk and they thought it was time. I remember when it was peach, butterscotch and when it still had carpet. There were first steps, flu ridden kids, elaborate forts and many movie nights. It has been transformed over the years. Many members of my family have been here that are no longer with us and that is what homes hold. A visual journey in your mind.

Soon it will be a magical setting for Christmas, I like that. I am sure the cat will too this year. It has french doors so that might save it from my little pet terrorist. She was good last year, but she has the most energy in the house. I finally changed my analog clocks, so I feel like I gained another hour today. it was a good time to press pause and just feel and breathe. I have been really working on being kind to myself, self love is important too. Be sure to make yourself a priority.