saturday.

I love the feeling of waking up to the howling wind shaking the whole house, especially when a sweet little girl comes and curls up with me for a cuddle.... and deciding when to rise and shine (without the unwelcome aid of an alarm clock :) It's such a luxury to all be home together for the day, even though we have things to do here; that's just part of living in a house. And to tell the truth, I have to agree with Marjorie Hinckley, that ironing is the most pleasant of all household tasks! Except maybe watering the plants- that's pretty relaxing. Most housework isn't actually so bad, except cleaning bathrooms and scouring the stove with all it's nasty burner trays and those yucky bits. I don't like that. The nice part today is the energy I feel when we are all here, puttering at our responsibilities at our own pace, (and quite randomly, on my part! Who says I have to finish one job before I begin the next one? :) I am teaching Mary and Emma their piano lessons today, and Kirby is putting up shelves in the basement. .. Knock on wood ;) At the moment Mary is reading her novel, and Emma and Kirby are recycling. Jack is playing piano, and the dishwasher is making happy dish-washing sounds from the kitchen. All of this is an excellent distraction from the merciless wind outside (which caused a power outage not too many hours ago, and did not remain calm for my walk yesterday, after all :0 But it's ok, I put up my hood. :)
I'm off now to switch over some laundry and rearrange the cutlery tray in the kitchen...

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