Listening

Out and about this morning, redeeming the Home Despot gift card, and getting thank-you cards. It's rare that I have given thank-you cards, the expectation in my experience is that an in-person thanks was sufficient, and a card was only for something sent - and a phone call was actually even better. But within the female environment of my work, I know the norm is more formal, and I really am grateful, so I will gladly thank them in the way they will best understand and appreciate. I feel very old-novel, Lady of the Manor sitting down to write my correspondence in the morning room.


All the modern conveniences. The fridge may be too large - IS too large, but it's a good one. As is the stove. Baking potatoes at the moment. I have very mixed feelings about the previous owners, some choices were amazingly good, others a bit odd and impractical. Not like I will ever have to socialize with them. Although, we hear they still live somewhere close-by.



Got a few dull necessaries, calking and wood glue, but also a good anti-stress mat for the kitchen tile (D's feet get very cold, even with his good slippers) & grippy stair treads for the basement - a light color that will be dirty soon, but very visible so that's alright then.



Yesterday, we stayed away from the practical, D played guitar, I arranged postcards. We rather needed a day like that. And I knew I had today off. Conferences this weekend, Friday we are closed. Slow week all around. But I can use my vacation time, and simply enjoy the day as such.



Called my mum this morning. Actually a fairly enjoyable conversation. She says her persistent cough is gone since being in Texas. Worried about one granddaughter, my niece, who has become a hoarder, and refuses to get a job. I listen, and hold my peace.


He has his back turned away, but his ears are turned toward me. He's listening.