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.