As far as weekends go, this one was one for the books. Sometimes everything goes exactly right and it hits you: this is an extremely blessed life I lead.
Friday I spent the afternoon and into the evening with a very dear friend. Her father passed away earlier in the week and my schedule prevented me from attending the funeral or visitation. Which worked out for the best anyway because Friday it was just the two of us. I know what she’s going through, and I know how hard it is particularly during the holidays. To be able to sit and talk, laugh and cry with friends, have a drink or two and let it go for a little while is a wonderful thing.
And Saturday? *sigh* Saturday. While Sweet Husband got the lights put up outside, I began cleaning inside. I dearly love my husband and the efforts he makes to keep our house clean while I’m not home, he’s man. There’s a lot that escaped his attention. Like the dog slobber on the walls & the dog hair on the baseboards. My house is never so clean as it is before my Sner comes (perhaps she should visit more often). So I started deep cleaning and managed to get two rooms done in the time he got all the outdoor lights up. Sweet Husband told me to make him a detailed list and he’s take care of it during the week for me.
& then we got ready for Second Saturday in downtown Bay St. Louis. I love Second Saturday. The shops are open, there’s snacks and wine, and music. We wandered, looking for this year’s Christmas ornament (which we found), and Sweet Husband kept filling my glass with white wine wherever we stopped. In and out of shops as the rain fell gently, picking things up and putting them back down.
When I’d had my fill, he took me to dinner. We talked and laughed and ate. Happy, slightly boozy, filled with holiday spirit. There is so much that we need to do, so many things still on our list that it doesn’t even begin to be funny and I have no idea how it’s all going to get done. But Saturday we did exactly what we needed to do. Being away from each other during the week is hard; we needed that evening to be us and be in love.
Now as for my intentions for the week, I really only have one: breathe.
There’s so much to do at work this week and there’s so much to do personally and the Sner arrives Tuesday. And. And. And. What will get done, gets done. What doesn’t, didn’t matter. So. I’m just breathing this week.