Monday, August 31, 2009
We will do rain-type things today and tomorrow, I think. We should bake apple pie and some cookies - the molasses kind, with the cloudy-day, almost-holiday spices - and have tea and coffee in the evenings after warm dinners by lamplight. We'll read stories during the day, and watch movies with seasons in them, and I will miss the snow we haven't seen in a few years, and I will wish for a 30-degree drop in temperature.
I might get it, too, if my parents get into their house this week, for we'll be heading north to load a truck for my sister and help her move down to help them too. I'll have to stop for real apple cider at our favorite road stand, so P and I can sneak an evening moment on my parents' new porch with warm spice and cool Virginia air and imagine what life would be like in the real-autumn with two little ones running and playing in the fallen leaves we knew in our childhoods. I might take pictures.
I'll stay 'til the weekend to help my mom and plug holes and arrange furniture and build baby-endurance for December, making sure to take lots of mental Christmas notes. And after help, P will come for me and we'll ride home together and start another week here, chipping away at the must-be-finished and figuring out meals.
We don't really have a plan, only a fly-by-the-moment idea that we'll get to make some special memories if we live and leave the strategic planning to God. It's different. I think it is making it easier for me to get things done. I always do better with little projects instead of large ones and looming deadlines.
There is thunder rumbling low outside my window now, barometric pressure creaking my joints and making me wish for sleep. The down time is good for me today. I am grateful. In spite of our canceled/postponed vacation.
I find myself content to wait.
See what happens.
Because I think He is revealing some of His work this morning.