Holy cats, kids, it’s Sunday again! No idea how that happened. It’s been an eventful week here at casa Reinhardt, although as I look back on the last seven days, what sticks out most is work. I’ve been working a lot this month of June and now as July appears on the horizon, I find myself wondering what happened to the first third of summer.
Does that ever happen to you? Time just sort of slipping away while you’re trying to plan your life? I keep thinking that one day I’ll be organized and I’ll get to sketching classes and lunch with friends, old and new and time with sister PJ, a swim at the gym and a glass of wine evenings on the patio with the neighbors. Then suddenly, it’s 6:30 p.m. and I’ve spent the entire day in front of my computer screen fixing someone else’s writing, trying to fit in a moment or two of my own writing, and I’m wondering what became of the day.
Does this constitute a lack of planning on my part or is this simply my life right now? Honestly, I don’t know. I kinda wonder if it’s all about trying to find a new normal because the old one isn’t going to work anymore. Are you feeling the post-Covid uncertainty? The little niggle every time you get in the car to go out, the tinge of fear as you read about politics and how the country feels so divided? Are you wondering what is safe and what isn’t? We tend to lean toward the side of too much caution–we still wear masks in stores, prefer outside dining at restaurants, and we are still avoiding places like the gym and large crowded venues. Variants of Covid make me wary and I wonder if I will always be wary now… I hope not. I guess we’ll see.
On a more practical note, our kitchen drain stopped draining, which is its only job and it feel very unfair that it has turned in its notice. Husband and Son worked on it on Friday to no avail. So we called a plumber and I found out, to my surprise, that calling a 24/7 emergency plumber doesn’t mean they’ll be right over. It means that apparently a clogged kitchen drain is low on their priority list. The plumber comes tomorrow–Monday–sometime between noon and 4 p.m. In the meantime, I’m washing dishes in the guest bathroom.
On the upside, I got some writing in this week, Husband and I celebrated 48 years together, and the view outside my office window is incredibly beautiful. Color abounds in my heliopsis, the calla lilies (there are 10 blooms now!), the hydrangea, and the ferns. We got to spend some time with Grandboy and I took time out to have lunch with DIL and her mom along with a fun trip to the hairdresser for cuts and colors for DIL and me. Husband’s 95-year-old mom was released from rehab and is back in her own house, which makes her very happy.
So all in all, I think life is slowly returning to whatever normal will be. The summer breezes ruffle my hair when I sneak away from work to wander the yard, water the flowers, and yank a weed or two. This week I have two guests on the blog, which delights me, and our friend Moe is coming to spend Fourth of July weekend with us. Our first houseguest in over 18 months! We’ll talk endlessly as we are wont to do anyway when we’re up at the lake or on Skype, go for a girly shopping day, get mani/pedis, and work on making the fun stuff I’m going to use for giveaways when the new series releases.
In just over a month, I’ll be heading to North Carolina with Liz and the other Word Wranglers for a writing retreat–something we’ve talked about for ages and we are finally doing it. I can’t wait!
Life goes on and when I manage to step away from work and breathe in the beauty of my world, I see that life is actually very good. How about you, mes amies? You doing okay?
Stay well, stay safe, and most of all, stay grateful,