Sometimes Just Enough is Enough

The 5th week of the year came and went and was not exactly what I had planned, but like most weeks, It was enough

Sunday: We woke, got ready for church, went, then came flying home for a quick bowl of soup before going to see Hamilton. We both loved it, and now are going to read The Federalist Papers, hopefully with different eyes. 

We have had season tickets to the Birmingham Broadway series for many many years. Like most venues, we could improve our seats each season as they become available when the previous seat holders did not renew. About 5 years ago we managed to score the perfect ones, so now we are 6 rows from center stage. It means we have to keep our season ticket status, even years when the plays are not that good. But I can honestly say, keeping them through the lean show years was worth it after seeing Sunday's performance.

Now I just hope when the new season is announced Hades Town will be one of the shows. Birmingham is not a top tier city so we don't usually get the newest touring shows, but my fingers are crossed.

Monday: I should have cleaned the house and done ALL the laundry, but I didn't. I probably should have felt bad for not doing it, but I didn't do that either.

Tuesday: I was supposed to go paint at Independence Place, but was dealing with arthritic hands that were not working well enough to hold the paint brushes I was using. Instead I stayed home and read.

And another happy aside, Son2 and DIL2 closed on their house. Immediately after closing they went there and began pulling up the carpet in the bedroom. Though I should have, I did not volunteer to help.

Wednesday: After my Wednesday class I was driving and my phone rang. What a delight! I got to talk with Sluggy while I made my way across town.

I went to Independence Place to paint spots on the giraffe's neck and legs, and to add dimension to the rhino's body. It is my happy place. 

On the way home I felt peckish and needed a little something so I did what I rarely do, scooted through Starbucks drive through for a flat white. I generally drink my coffee black, but just wanted a little more without going the latte or cappuccino route.

Thursday: Back to IP to put the finishing touches on all of the masks, the giraffe, and the rhino. The play will be in a couple of weeks, so getting it finished was imperative.

On the way home I noticed I could not stop sneezing and by the time I pulled in the driveway my head felt like it weighed 50 pounds. 

Friday: I woke to a totally liquid head. Yep, I was ill, and cold. I took a shower to get warm and there is a serious joy having a steaming hot shower when you feel like crud. 

TheHub brought a couple of covid tests home from work and as soon as he got here, I took one___negative and I was thrilled about that, but I still felt like crap.

Another thing that brought joy was TheHub's recliner. Generally I avoid it like the plague, because I do not want to turn into a recliner lady, but when I tried to lie on the bed I could not breathe worth a flip, sleeping in the recliner became a really good solution.

Saturday: I still felt like crud, but the liquid head had migrated to my chest and I spent most of the day rocking in the recliner while drinking hot tea or ginger ale and barking like a seal. At least that is what the cough sounded like to me.

I hate I felt so bad because we had dinner tickets to a fundraiser that supplies summertime math instruction mixed with sports to kids who need a little help and structure. TheHub went anyway and said I missed a nice event. We had gone last year and really did enjoy it.

Instead I sat in the recliner with a shawl and a blanket, watching Legends and Lies: The Patriots. It was very interesting, especially after seeing Hamilton on Sunday.

Look for the joys, however small. You are sure to find them.

May all your weeds be wildflowers.

Anne