Resiliency of humans
The weather dipped overnight into a much more fall feel, but yesterday was summer by any other name. We found our groove back here in the LaLa Petite, with Tin digging his Moroccan bed #2 and Tatjana in the kitchen making us some bolognese sauce, and me throwing around all my balls. The internet was on the fritz yesterday and assuredly it was because everyone had been using it too much and it needed a rest.
Last night, while Tin ate his pasta and I had a glass of wine, we awaited our first guests, and harmony fell over the LaLa. Well, except for Blekica who was suicide bombing the front and back door of the main house trying to get in under any cost. I was happy to see her this morning which meant she didn’t sneak into the house when the guests came in.
This was a big week – a major push to get out of the main house, a transition for Tin to leave the comforts of his own bedroom (he says, “We’re not in there because we are going to the beach.”), a big gala for Re-Bridge coming up, fall greens planted in the front garden, and beginning to think about a new and compelling space for research for my work – let us all stop and say Amen.
Amen.