I think that knowing that "real" life begins again the next day has something to do with the somberness of a Sunday, even if we don't go to a regular job. It's a holdover from when we did or even when we were in school, just as there are the those days in late summer, early fall, when we feel compelled to go buy new notebooks and pencils, pens, and folders, saddle shoes and a few brand new dresses.
Well, you know what I mean.
But Sundays- did you get your homework done? Oh god. I hope there's not a quiz in algebra tomorrow.
I am afraid that it hasn't.
I dread going to the appointment although I think he's going to tell me that everything looks good. The appointment was supposed to be made for three weeks post surgery but when I called to make the appointment, tomorrow is the date the receptionist gave me even though it will only have been two weeks and two days. I did point this out to the lady and she got a bit defensively flustered and insisted that this date would be fine.
Two of my favorites, of course.
Which is why I usually don't get new plants anymore or change out doilies either. I'm too old for that sort of craziness. But I simply could not pass up that plant at the dump and I plan on sharing it with some of the plant lovers in my family as it takes root and multiplies.
Another thing I did was finish watching "The Dressmaker" which both May and Jessie recommended. Now I am recommending it too. It's...strange. And rather lovely. Kate Winslet. Set in Australia. While I was watching, I was also working on the endless patching I'm doing on a very old and faded dress that I adore. I wore it to at least four and maybe five of my grandchildren's births.
Owen's Birth Day
August's Birth Day
I got it at a Goodwill to begin with- blue linen- and it's so worn now that in many places it is as thin and insubstantial as a peacefully sleeping newborn's breath, a fragile, faded gauze. I'm doing a sort of wabi-sabi mending which is an intentionally visible mending meant to be imperfect which- you know- is absolutely perfect for me. Mostly I am doing it merely to preserve this old, adored dress while at the same time, letting me entertain myself with embroidery thread and a needle.
This is the bit I'm working on right now and no, I cannot sew a straight line.
Mr. Moon wrote me today that he is thinking they will be home tomorrow night.
Man. That's some fast traveling.
I'm pretty excited. I wish I'd gotten a little more done while he was gone like clearing out more of the garden and mopping the kitchen but the sheets are clean on his side of the bed and his wife still loves him very, very much. The cats and chickens are all alive, there will be good meals to eat, and many hugs and kisses to give and receive.
That'll do, right? Like wabi-sabi, imperfect but done with love and intention.