Sight: I’m looking across my
dining room table at a bunch of yarn that is just waiting for me to whip up
into something spectacular! I also see
the yellow walls that I would love to have painted and the record player console
that I would like to have gutted and rebuilt.
And my Hamilton neighbourhood maps. I love them. It's amazing how many conversations have been started by those three little posters. Oh, and there is also the list of kid-selected house rules:
1.
Love each other all days.
2.
Clean up after yourself and then help someone
else.
3.
Keep our hands and feet to ourselves.
Hearing: Shhh, listen….do you hear
that? The window is open beside me and I
can hear birds chirping sweetly, wind softly rustling the leaves in the trees
and someone mowing their lawn somewhere in the distance. You know what I don’t hear? Kids!
That’s right, I’m in my house all alone.
How did this happen, you ask? My
husband took them camping. I love him.
Touch: I can feel the waist of my
pants working over time since I finished my dinner. It was delicious, I ate too much and now my
pants are too tight. I need to get my
joggers on. Or undo these pants at the
very least.
Smell: There is a pretty fresh
smell in here, since all the windows are open.
If I lean forward just a little, I can get a pretty great whiff of my
cat. His paws smell like popcorn.
Taste: Water. Plain ol’ H2O. I love it.
That was easy! I’m
glad it didn’t take nearly as long as yesterday’s post did. I have a few more hours of alone time in the
house (which never, ever happens!), so I need to go enjoy every last minute of
it.
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