In which I'm curious
Mostly about why I thought I had blogged today when I hadnt'! But beyond that, I'm curious about intentions. I've mentioned several times my work with intentions and how effective a tool they are for me. So far,I've used them in specific situations, but it suddenly occurred to me to wonder if I could use them to conjure a perfect day--or at least my version of one.
If I were to have a perfect Sunday today, it would go like this: Deacon would sleep in, which means we would sleep in. (I'm talking 7am here, so it isn't like I'm asking for the moon. He tends to get up about 5:30, so really anything past that is something to be happy about.) My husband makes breakfast every morning, which I love, and after that I would putter--topcoating my nails, walking the dog, and choosing an outfit for my father's birthday lunch. After feasting on Italian food, my husband leaves for work, and I would settle in to write a deeply satisfying scene. When I finish, I will have a healthy, light supper of Mediterranean nibblies--olives, pita, hummus, tomatoes. Then some reflective time for my journal and working on my aspirations list for the next year or my collage for the new book. Finally, I would settle into bed with my daughter and some popcorn and the Emmys, followed by some ghost stories before bedtime. It would be a day that balances me time with family and work, serious with silly, and lots of laughing.
We'll see how it goes as far as meeting those intentions, and in the meantime, what's your idea of a perfect Sunday, dear readers?
If I were to have a perfect Sunday today, it would go like this: Deacon would sleep in, which means we would sleep in. (I'm talking 7am here, so it isn't like I'm asking for the moon. He tends to get up about 5:30, so really anything past that is something to be happy about.) My husband makes breakfast every morning, which I love, and after that I would putter--topcoating my nails, walking the dog, and choosing an outfit for my father's birthday lunch. After feasting on Italian food, my husband leaves for work, and I would settle in to write a deeply satisfying scene. When I finish, I will have a healthy, light supper of Mediterranean nibblies--olives, pita, hummus, tomatoes. Then some reflective time for my journal and working on my aspirations list for the next year or my collage for the new book. Finally, I would settle into bed with my daughter and some popcorn and the Emmys, followed by some ghost stories before bedtime. It would be a day that balances me time with family and work, serious with silly, and lots of laughing.
We'll see how it goes as far as meeting those intentions, and in the meantime, what's your idea of a perfect Sunday, dear readers?
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We do early church service-8
We do early church service-8 a.m., along with most of my husband's family-then go out to breakfast. It is a Sunday ritual that we all enjoy. Then, on a perfect Sunday, I would be able to go home, change into comfies, make a pot of good tea-Brodie's Scottish Afternoon Blend if I have my druthers-and take it out on the deck. I love to be out there when it is cold enough for a sweater and a blanket-DH thinks I am nuts-but the fresh breeze on my face with the rest of me snuggled is so perfect. A good book, my iPod, and usually a nap. Supper always at my sister-in-law's-we take turns cooking so the perfect Sunday is someone else's turn!
I think my absolute ideal
I think my absolute ideal Sunday would be spent in the Lake District with my extended family - my mother's sisters and my cousins. A bit of a lie in then one of the truly epic breakfasts we're famous for, and then a long hike in the rain, followed by a few hours in the pub with a good lunch and a pint of real ale and a couple of highly competitive board games followed by long rambling conversations by the open fire and a decent single malt scotch. Utter bliss. Failing that, I'd take a blustery grey day, a pot of lapsang and a good novel.
My idea of a perfect Sunday
My idea of a perfect Sunday would be to sleep in as well. Even though there is no school on the weekends, I seem to not be able to sleep at all. My parents get me up at the worst hour.