It's Saturday in mid-October. Feet propped up on the ottoman. Unseasonably cold with snow flurries occasionally throughout the day.
Ed's in the other chair, feet propped up on the ottoman. We are relishing the college football season as we flip between the Iowa vs. TCU game and Ohio State vs. Penn State.
Arthur is laying on the floor, on his back, legs up in the true Corgi way.
I have socks on my feet not because they are cold, but because it is that time of year when lots of lathering with lotion is essential.
As I look around the house, it is festive for the celebration of autumn. Pumpkins, gourds, fall flowers in West Virginia-made pottery, and some seeded grass stalks from the ornamental grasses from the front lawn.
When I was younger, I could not imagine wanting to be home on a Saturday night. A Saturday night without a social commitment was a fate worse than death. Now I relish uncommitted time at home.
While watching football, I am editing photos from our vacation. This is our first weekend home. Lots of photos to catch up on.
I hear the furnace running and I'm feeling very cozy and safe.
The more I experience, the more I realize that it is the simple single moments that seem so ordinary that makes life magical.
It's 7:30 pm. I am content and feeling loved.
Sounds heavenly! I still have two teen boys in the house and it is always loud and busy. But I know a time will come when it will be quiet also. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Robyn. Empty nesting does have it's upside!
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