The best part of today
Last night, Jazz Fest ended like it always does, with a bunch of people coming over to the house to cheer it being over. Seven gals sat around the porch table with me and we laughed and cut up and had a rollicking good time. The best line from the evening came from a commercial for Oreo Fudge Cremes where the mother says after tasting one, “Shut the front door.” My new favorite expression.
This morning came sooner than it should have and it was all I could do to get it going, but going it got, and I had a productive day until around 2 in the afternoon when Tin was getting out of school. I decided on a no nap plan today and it must have worked because he is sound asleep at 8. Of course, it was downright exhausting, enough so that I was wanting a nap whether he did or not.
All the Jazz Fest guests have left – we had three groups back to back and turning the house around was like a full time job. Now the house is quiet, and Tin and I were able to go out to the front porch to watch the gloaming arrive. And that was nice. A friend wrote later that her brother had died unexpectedly. I feel like we’re entering another of those vortex where all the news is bad news and I’m trying to keep that at bay. Another friend lost her sister unexpectedly just over a week ago. I live with a certain tranquility that my siblings and their offspring and their offspring are all safe and sound and alive – I’d like that to continue.
My favorite part of today, was putting a few disciplinary actions in place and following through on them. Breaking habits, starting new ones. The stuff that makes the day to day work smoother. Not the stuff that dreams are made of.