“For Frank, music was like a garden – it sowed seeds in far-flung places. People would miss out on so many wonderful things if they only stuck with what they knew.”
― Rachel Joyce, The Music Shop
The week feels like summer. The weather is up and down, but my small world is warm and green. We take the kayaks out one evening and the lake is so clear and warm I am mad I did not wear my suit. The lake is full of paddle-boarders, family picnics and fish rising. It is a perfect summer evening and I get off the lake thinking I need a waterproof case for my phone.
I think a lot about Basil as we get ready to bring Baker home next week. We order a kennel, buy a few new puppy toys and a tiny collar. I wonder about hand-me-downs. Does he need his own blankets, his own bowl, his own leash?
I am overthinking this, and let it go. All he really needs is our love and we need his.
We get a new front door and are both amazed how it changes the feel of our home. It brings the outside in and I like that.
I think about this home a lot lately; think about all the goodness and the pain that has come through that front door over the 30 some years we have been here. I think about growth and laughter and how there were times that door opened and closed fifty times a day and how now it is barely opened.
There is a sadness to that, but also a comfort. Maybe comfort that has turned to passive resistance and I wonder if I have maybe taken this contentment thing a bit too far.
I envision how it might look to let go of some of this comfort; to open up that door and move beyond this house in a real way. To maybe close the door behind me, and not look back.
how was your week?