lunch dates... and puttering

One thing I love a lot is when my daughters come home for lunch. Sometimes one, sometimes the other...
Not all the time, but it's a treat for me when it does happen. Sometimes we plan it, other times they just decide to run up the hill and eat lunch in the kitchen. Then it's a nice surprise! We chat about their day, and they get to process what they think of things at school, then they feel refreshed when they head back. And Jasper loves it, because he gets a run with his ball when they come in!
Also, I am grateful for the fine art of puttering, which I am slowly mastering! It's my favorite way to do a day. I think I learned it first when I had my little ones here at home with me every day- there was no such thing as uninterrupted tasks, because the tasks were the interruption! It was my little people I was there for! The house was a sideline. And it's still like that really; only I now lack the excuse for my random-abstract meandering... so I call it an art. :) They are gone off to school, and I am here forgetting and remembering, occasionally staying focused for quite a while at a time... then I remember clothes in the dryer or someone I must talk to... Or the phone rings, or I hear the dryer finish, or I recollect the breakfast dishes... The good part is that I do eventually accomplish all that is necessary, more or less. But I will readily admit that I rarely dust. My poor (well-watered :) plants!

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