If you were joining me for coffee this morning,
I would tell you that I stayed up way to late last night and
long after you finish your cup of coffee
I will still be drinking my second and third cup of coffee.
I would tell you that I am tempted to start a mini
remodel on the bathroom, but from past experiences
I know that when you live in a 100+ year old house,
mini-remodels are just not so mini. o I will probably just finish up some "mini-projects"
that are waiting on me.
Like some touch-up painting that needs done,
and maybe a kitchen stool that needs a fresh coat of paint.
(Which could actually be a practice painting technique that I
could then try on the "bathroom project.")
One of the things that I love about painting is
the time it gives me to process.
With each stroke of the brush
I am thinking...
sometimes about everyday things like
But other times about the deep issues of the heart.
Trying to find who I really am
when no one is watching.
Being real with myself about my emotions
and my relationships
and my fears
and my dreams.
So here is a word that I am pondering,
What does it mean?
Does it affect how I live my life?
What are your thoughts on "vulnerability?"
I would also tell you that on the menu for tonight
is pumpkin pancakes.
Yup, pancakes for dinner,
its a "tradition" when Dad isn't home
we eat pancakes for dinner.
(not every night)
I don't even have one,.
but I'm confident someone can help me out with a recipe,
or there is always "Google"
The "man of the house" this week...
doesn't like coffee
but he loves life.
He carries the title proudly when Dad is gone,
And when he was 3 and Dad was gone,
I referred to him as the man of the house,
he informed me that he is NOT a man
NOR a house!
Time for a refill, thanks for stopping by.
May your day be BLESSED