Watching the dawn with mom's homemade cinnamon bread and coffee is bliss
I was trying to pinpoint why I feel so relaxed visiting my parents' house. . .
sunrise over the pines and scrub oak
the ticking of the grandfather clock and its chimes on the hour
the view of the mountains and the trees up high over the city
basking in the warm afternoon sun and listening to the wind and the birds
the warm electric blanket on my bed in the basement where it's always dark and cool
the meals around the table with things I only eat here, like smoked cheese and dilled garlic, and mom's homemade pimento cheese
the sounds of my mom and dad talking in other rooms
listening to the news at 4:00 in the afternoon and hearing Dad's westerns on the TV
Dad grilling on the deck
I even worked out on the deck this afternoon and now have about a thousand freckles sprouting on my arms that have the first flush of color.
The showing service called with two more appointments, so by tomorrow we will be at 7 showings in 6 days. And I was thrilled to not even have to pay attention to the times. Sure, whenever, come one come all.
I don't have to abandon ship at a moment's notice, or tote dogs around, or try to find a workable internet connection from the car, or clean, or do laundry, or cook for the rest of the week. Ahhhhhhh.
Even the dogs are relaxing, when Mom and Dad aren't taking them for walks or playing fetch. . .
My wind serenade this afternoon
Yummy guacamole burger! and you can just see the pink chest, thanks to an afternoon on the deck :)
Man, that burger looks good!
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