After a full day of aimless putzing and chiding we finally settled down to a simple supper with candles. That, and the mild cider brewing in the background really helped. It was suddenly pleasant and soft and life didn't seem so heavy ... for a bit.
I'm debating about how to serve the Sunday School kids. I'm looking to help with their pageant, but of course my ideas start too big and I get all into it before I realize I should question my commitment some too. The idea I have now means writing a new little play and that seems counterproductive to my big play. But maybe not... maybe more could still mean more in a big way and maybe I have it to give. We'll see... this is a big teaching week all of a sudden now that the Christmas show is open.
Annika and Kai came over for a bit and Weston and Annika loved tossing leaves and playing fort in the backyard. I was only out there a few minutes before I was chilly, but we stuck it out until the sun went down.
Donovan is still a bit pale and tired, but he's been hard at work drawing. I hope school goes well for him tomorrow.
I'm scared somehow. The early darkness and the stiffness in my body. I don't feel as productive as I wish. I'd like to work on my diligence this week. There. I've said it. Sometimes that is all I can do.
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