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Home is where my husband and I reside; wherever that may be.

Monday, July 15, 2013

The Simple Woman's Daybook 15 July 2013

Outside my window...the sun is shining through hazy skies.  The temperature is already 75 with 88% humidity and that is only the beginning.  While it may be hot and muggy out there is is cool in here.  The fans are blowing and all is clean and tranquil.  I reckon it will stay that way until Layn comes back in later for his lunch.

I am thinking...about words.  To me words are more than just the way that we get our point across.  Words convey images and feelings.  Some words contain vivid images of experiences long past and others have strong scents that are both familiar and comforting.

I am thankful for...this nice weather that is letting Ian make hay so the animals can eat this winter and we will have an additional income.

From the kitchen...I think BLT's are in order on such a warm and muggy day.

I am wearing...shorts and a tank top.  There is no reason for me to go anywhere so I can be cool-ish here at home.

I am going...to say home and get Mount Washmore under control.  The dirty house is no longer so once the laundry has been tamed I will feel like I have accomplished what I set out to do.

I am reading...For Women Only

I am hoping...that the new books that I ordered last night come soon.  Getting a package with books in it is like having Christmas in the middle of the summer.

I am hearing...the washer and dryer doing their jobs, MK's bird singing to the wild birds out on the porch, and Layn talking to himself out in his play yard.

Around the house...you can barely tell that we had a busy, lazy, and dirty weekend.

One of my favorite things...sitting on the porch in the evening watching the sun go down while I say my evening prayers.

A few plans for the rest of the week...get things done, stay cool, and love my life and my family.

Here is a picture thought that I am sharing with you...
This is one happy, dirty little girl.  She stayed with us Saturday and managed to brighten our whole world while getting as dirty as a little girl can.

1 comment:

Amelia said...

Good Morning! I enjoyed your words about words...It's soooo true. Words can be cold, can be warm, can burn... In fact I just had to edit some words on a past blog that were really bothering me, it's difficult trying to get a point across without sounding snarky or too-too.

Love hearing Layn talking to himself as he plays, the sweetest sound ever.

Take care now dear one, a lovely little girl...Sooo sweet.