Friday, quiet and calm

This morning I woke up earlier than I had wanted to.

When I was just getting comfortable/falling asleep for 

a bit longer, I heard my Husband exclaim about the

beloved Cleo ... she got sick on his dining room chair.

Well, that did it.

Tired, I staggered out of bed, cleaned the floor, 

took the chair cover off, put it in a bathroom sink with water

to soak, put a new cover on.... then began doing some dishes,

remembered to have my prosphora and Holy Water,

was thinking of lines from prayers to the Mother of God,

while praying fretful prayers telling God that I was

aware that, well, like a toddler is when short on sleep,

I was plain cranky.  

Basically, a frantic SOS to God 

"help, I don't want this feeling to spill out"....

I put on hot water for tea, chose what tea I wanted without milk,

it being Friday, and somewhere I probably thought again about the 

Elizabeth Goudge's comment about Margaret Eliot being so tired

that she could only focus on 2 things: food and her garden.

I have been quite weary and food is one of my main thoughts,

closely seconded by making our table beautiful.

Somewhere in all of this, I did 2 loads of laundry, one of them being the chair cover,

 and in this also was a 

really sweet moment when I was in the bedroom, still 

quiet and a bit staggered with feeling tired/cranky 

I-really-need-more-sleep-before-I should-open-my-mouth,

that My Husband looked at me 

(He's a morning person and had been up a good while before me,

he is just a cheery fellow come morning)

and kindly said, 

do you need a hug? 

and I said, a little on the sad/surly side,

"no" and then "yes" and he knows me well enough to not 

expect me to talk much when I am like this 

and it was really sweet.  Hugs from Husband = gold.

I made the tea, got my breakfast, Husband got his,

I was amazed that I made it through breakfast without incident

and we actually talked about Husband's latest book listen

of the history of 1812 and Canada.

It was really nice.

And then I went back to bed.

And then I woke up happy and had a really good day.

I knew I needed more sleep :)

So, later I made lunch, managing to make 2 different ones as

I have been in a bit finicky and wanted English Muffins

with PB and banana... I did make myself eat some salad,

for dinner at least :)

And I managed to go to PT, read some Tolkien;

I felt like today we finally RESTED.

I really want more days like this.

They will come as they will but not all at once

from what I can see.

Husband has been quoting me passages from 

The Lord of the Rings, 

we've been listening to our favourite Tolkien music when not reading,

I quote passages of The Lord of the Rings to him (he's almost a 

book ahead of me this time around) and it's good.

***

So my foot is doing a lot better.

Still gets stiff and is not perfect, but not in the 

amount of pain I was in last week.

PT 3x week is helping I am sure + wearing clogs.

***

I still have at least 2 more loads and counting of laundry

but am accepting that just a little bit a day is OK.

***

I've been using a lot of lavender in our diffuser,

I find this scent comforting and it reminds me of God's presence

somehow, I guess that you can't see the scent but sense it

and so it is with God... 

***

I also talked to my quilting friend today, which

was a blessing.... we miss having our teas together.

She is not in danger in CA of fire but even so,

the smoke has come, she said that if you go outside

on a walk, after a bit you start coughing and your eyes sting

with the smoke haze in the air.

Lord have mercy! 

***

Tomorrow is going to be busier,

we will see how it will go...

***

I've been listening to the first part of this tonight,

as Mr Husband did not want to hear the neighour's music...

they don't have bad parties, thankfully, but you can hear 

what they are playing.

So we have been enjoying this instead:

One last thing:

I read again about Frodo and company coming to 

Tom Bombadil and Goldberry's home and 

how the door opened and the golden light streamed out the door

and how Goldberry put herself between the dark outside and the

golden light safe haven inside.

Was a real affirmation of what I experienced last night and 

realizing again how wonderful it is to have a home where

there is such warm light and love.

Tolkien really understood this and I wish our world today

knew that this light, this comfort, this place where evil can NOT enter, 

even in the midst of scary and even awful things,

this place of golden light:

is real and ultimately will prevail.