After last night's delicious dinner, I settled in with Autumn Square by Ms. Laura J. Perin Her Very Self and...I stitched!!!
Rich watched the 76ers on the TeeVee and I sat and babbled along happily (in my head, anyway) about how ridiculously grateful I am to have this happy little life of mine. I mean it...from the memory of my parents and Stewey, to the love of my friends and family, to this thing of ours, to this happy little apartment...I have to say that I am one kidney short of being completely and utterly content.
Crazy, isn't it?
I'm not doing anything notable or solving world peace or curing cancer or making the world a better place for humanity, but I am perfectly happy to just be here taking it all in. I've got one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel, but I just can't wait to see what happens next...what fun thing awaits us around the next corner or what adventure is waiting to be had.
Life is beautiful, indeed.
A few more minutes before I head over to the reception for the needlework exhibit. Can anybody explain why I am so very crazypants nervous about going? I've been so good about being the girl about town...traveling hither and yon to hockey games and guild meetings like a boss...but today I am filled with that old friend "please don't make me leave my house and have to talk to people" agorophobia that was a constant companion all those years ago.
They really should make BIGGER pills for this.
So there we are. Papers and damn good, a little stitching, and an afternoon field trip to look at pretty things hung on walls. I just need to remember to breathe and enjoy every single second of it.
Happy Sunday, Dearies! Do something fun or adventurous or brave or silly and come tell me all about it.