...my consciousness, that is. Here goes:
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Last night, I planned a picnic with my church and, wouldn't you know, some rain changed the evening. Admittedly, it was a delightful evening in spite of the downpour. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure I would have had it any other way. We all time to visit, eat grilled meats and laugh. Just as the rain announced itself, we packed up and went home. So really, that means I still got to spend my evening doing things I wanted to do. Its like I got two evenings, you guys. What were those things, you ask? Well, I opened my refrigerator to discover a chicken. It only recently occurred to me that you don't *have* to buy a rotisserie cooked chicken at the front of the grocery store. You can, like, buy them raw... and cook them. At home.
I know.
So, I roasted that beauty. While it took a nap in the oven, I turned on some lovely music and cleaned up my teeny home. I then decided to take a bath and further decided it would need the accompaniment of a little citrus cocktail. It would be difficult for me to convey how peaceful it was to lie there alone enjoying the warm glow and smooth tunes. The smells of garlic wafting through my home. The lime-y goodness... it was total indulgence.
I said, out loud and alone, "I have a really good life." And I meant it.
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The women I am in a writing group with came over for dinner on Monday. We had a deeply wonderful time together. We wolfed down enchiladas and guacamole, we laughed, we cried, we read our written words. We met to chat about that wonderful book "Writing Down the Bones" that I told you about earlier. The cool thing about the times we get together is that I feel inspired and loved every time. Inspired because these women are SO gifted. Loved because I feel so heard and important. It feels sacred, if I may be so bold. I hope we are still getting together when we're 80. I think we will be.
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My too-good-to-be-true brother in law will graduate with his Masters degree next month. I am so proud I may burst. He is so talented. On top of that, he is a gifted teacher. I don't know if you can tell, but I just love him. Well, earlier this week he was given some awards for general awesomeness and my family all gathered to celebrate. Just after dinner, the Rochesters and Kirkers mingled outside the restaurant- not wanting to say goodbye yet, I imagine. In my sisters words, "at some point, mom and I realized we weren't getting enough attention, so we started dancing." I just can't tell you how sad I am to have missed it. Although, really, if I had been there, I may have tried to steal the show, so it all worked out for the best. Kristin sent me a video of Carol dancing and, you guys.. its priceless. Half my heart lives in Columbia, SC.
That's all for now. Tootles.
Love, Kelley
