I woke this morning basking in the glow of what was a truly smashing bash! I’m pretty pleased, if I do say so myself. The mister and I lounged lazily in the early part of the day, enjoying a quiet but messy household. Sipping my espresso, it occurred to me that the mug from which I savor this treat on a daily basis — a mug I inherited through the mister; yet another example of his stellar taste — is vintage milk glass. A quick inspection led to the classic “Glasbake - USA” inscription which put me over the moon! I feel a collection coming on.
Speaking of collection, yesterday, we were reunited with some things of ours that were being held hostage by some very unkind people for far too long. Thankfully, our belongings were returned to us almost exactly as we remembered them, except we’d almost forgotten about them. Almost. But home now they are, and I couldn’t be more excited about the stuff that I’m finding amongst the bags and boxes. Admittedly though, I’m somewhat avoiding tackling the massive sorting and storing I have to look forward to. Tomorrow.
Ah, tomorrow. Such a beautiful word, full of hope and potential….
We were pleasantly jolted into action early this afternoon when the dad called to ask if I could help him out with a quick errand, and of course I obliged. The littles were in tow, which meant that I got to kiss their squishy faces. And with a melted heart, off I went to snag something on behalf of the dad.
Strolling down the street, I spied a five-drawer mid-century dresser being left by a dumpster. The drawers were in bad shape, but the rest of the piece was pretty spectacular. A few hours later, after I’d completed my mission, and kissed squishy faces for a second (and third….) time, the mister and I were headed to the market to pick up some items for dinner and we walked right by the dresser, still standing by a dumpster. He agreed that it was totally worth repurposing, and so we picked it up and carried it home with our bare hands.
Later, while we were deconstructing and sanding and cleaning our newest find, the mister remarked that he was experiencing déja vu! He distinctly remembers dreaming about refurbishing a wooden chest with me, which of course made me drunk with giddiness. Unfortunately, we realized that in order to repaint the dresser, we’ll need to strip the layer of paint that is currently on it, which will have to be done tomorrow. I love projects! Especially ones that are collaborations between me and my handsome mister.
Hungry from a full day, and and even fuller weekend, we relied on totally basic and yet very apropos snacks for dinner: veggie dogs and guacamole. And beer. Always beer.
And now, after watching some stand-up comedy on Netflix, I sit here, reflecting on my day that started great and ended even better. I can’t help but pinch myself because I’m pretty darn sure that I’m the luckiest lady / lover / mama / ex-wife that has every lived. Thanks to the people whom I do not directly know that work hard on a daily basis so that my life might be that much better.
I’m pretty sure that’s what this holiday is about.