A quiet weekend

I thought with the Mister being away all last week I would get a lot of writing done. Or a lot of cleaning or cooking or organizing or reading. But I didn’t. Mostly I collapsed in the evenings and mindlessly surfed the internet or read from The Complete Tassajara Cookbook and then went to bed. The week previous I had been very busy getting ready for Moira’s preschool silent auction and both the Mister & Fionnuala had a bad bout of stomach flu.

I think we were all out-of-sorts without each other. The Mister changed his flight so he came home two days early. We’ve all been tired this weekend – even Moira had a nap both days. We generally spend so little time apart – things are much better now that our family is complete again.


Moira went to a birthday party on Saturday and got a balloon. Today I found her asleep on her bed (see photo above) clutching her balloon. She has barely let go of it since she got home Saturday night. We could probably give her a single balloon for Christmas and she would be happy. I, approved on the other hand, checked on her a couple of times to make sure that balloon wasn’t suffocating her face while she slept. I don’t know, I’m not usually paranoid but balloons and kids make me nervous. And yes, that is a homemade Winnie-the-Pooh (and Piglet beside him) on her bed that were made in the 70’s for my older sister and brother).


Today the Mister & I worked on cleaning our room (still unfinished since we moved in a year and a half ago). We have two bags of clothing to donate and a little more breathing room. As much as I try not to be wasteful I have to admit lately I love throwing things away. Right now in our big black wheelie bin we have a broken down chair and an old push mower that didn’t really work. It feels so good to get rid of things that are cluttering our home.



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