The trailer is quiet this morning. The Amazon is due home from work any second, Ma is in her room snoozing with both dogs piled up in there with her and Spooky is curled up in a chair. The house is filled with the aroma of fresh coffee, banana nut and apple cinnamon muffins and I can relax because, after an attack of domesticity yesterday, my house is clean. Well, except for the bathroom. Don't go in there without a flame thrower and a gas mask.
Godliness wasn't achieved in a day ya'll.
I do have laundry to do, but it's not like I have to go down to the creek and beat it against a rock. Lulu and I often ponder the old ways of doing things. Modern conveniences came a little later to the back mountain communities and it's not uncommon to stumble across an outhouse or a plow still pulled by a trusty old mule. With all our aches and pains, we wonder how we ever would have made it back then, washing clothes in the creek or working in the field for hours on end. But then, sitting behind a desk at the asylum for the better part of the day has probably done more to harm our health than anything else.
Other than the task of washing some delicate underthings (i.e. granny panties) I plan to spend the rest of the day tinkering with my shop, adding some designs and exploring the wonder that is "Google Base."
Oh yeah and some quality couch time with the remote.
For now, there's muffins and coffee calling my name. Ya'll have a good one.
Later Taters!
7 comments:
Sounds like a great way to spend a Sunday. Enjoy!
I love when the coffee is brewing and the house is quiet and I have something yummy to eat. Good Times!
Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy :) (said in a Gomer Pyle voice)
Sounds pretty, things are starting to turn green and starting to bloom here in the Bluegrass.
DG
Read the whole post and was laughing as usual, and then can't remember anything because the title is an old gospel song. Now it's chasing through my head and I won't sleep until I sing it. Gee, thanks. Just kidding! Have a good Monday.
I once spent nine months in the Mexican countryside, washing both my hair and my laundry in the same bucket (not at the same time of course - I'm a high class lady). I ate a lot of avocados, sat in the sun, and life was good. Highly preferrable to the many years I spent working in a cubicle.
Just for Rachel's information
http://www.mamarocks.com/peace_in_the_valley.htm
gives the words to the song, with an instrumental version playing in the background. Elvis and I think Tennessee Ernie Ford did recordings of it -along with probably lots of others. Just being my helpful little self, ya know!
I was on a bit of cleaning binge myself Sunday -but probably way earlier than you were -like between 3 and 5 a.m. Grandson couldn't sleep -has a terrible cough -so I was up all night with him and decided to use some of the time to clean the kitchen and dining room floors. Gave myself a good back ache from doing that too.
I ate oranges, flax seeds and tea for breakfast. You're having much more fun than I am. It's not easy being a Californian.
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