I'm feeling content today. I thought I should write it down, so two hours from now when I stub my toe and my outlook gets shaky, I can come back and remember...
1. Electricity. Our power was out for about 56 minutes today. I am truly a spoiled modern woman who enjoys (far to much) her spoiled modern ways.
2. Spelling: The kids are learning to spell words like distinguishing, relinquishing, and embellishment today. I don't know why I like spelling so much this year. I think its a sickness.
3. Homemade Chicken Soup with Rice: I love it so much I've eaten it three times this week.
4. Maurice Sendaks- Chicken Soup with Rice: If you haven't read this book in awhile, go get it off your shelf and read it again. My favorite month is November.
5. Aprons: I have a love of aprons. I've made one or two (or twenty), but its time for a new pattern. Especially since a lovely gal won an apron giveaway this summer and I have yet to make it. (Lauren, I haven't forgotten)
6. Quilts: I have never made a quilt, but I own several made by my mother and grandmother. I have had this pattern downloaded for at least a year. My mom had given me some Mary Engelbreit fabric years ago that I really wanted to use.
So, on Friday I began to cut a bunch of odd shaped scraps.
This is what those scraps look like today:
She's not the prettiest of little quilt tops, but she's my first, so I love her all the same.
7. My Man: He's exceedingly good to me. Oh, and he's handsome too.
8. Wednesday Night Date Night: I look forward to this evening every week. This week we plan to dine on spaghetti and french bread while sipping Zinfandel, right at our own kitchen table.
9. Memories: A couple weekends ago our family spent some time in a huge antique shop. I wasn't sure wether to be amused, or irritated that these old-school Hardee's cups were in an antique shop, since, you know, I had these cups in my day.
I tried like crazy to find the original Yosemite Sam cup. The Mister had one as a kid but it was tragically broken. Someday....
10. Tween-agers: The Boy will be twelve by the end of the week. The Girl seems to literally be growing inches in the night.
There are some tween-age attitudes things I could live without, but I do love this older-but-not-too-old stage. I had a crazy (but very "real") dream last night that I was pregnant. I woke up feeling grateful that it was just a dream. I do love a baby, but I'm grateful for this part of life too.
Now, tell me, what makes you happy?