I was able to go down to the basement and do a load of laundry. I am always relieved to do laundry; it's a 'load' off my mind. I'm glad the stability ligaments of my left foot are slowly healing. Just a few days ago, I could hardly stand on it and the feeling somehow got me warped in a panic, the kind that instantly kicks off all sorts of unhappy thoughts... would I stay like this forever?
I got there before the dryer finished its cycle. It's not often I stand out waiting it out. Again another series of mundane thoughts: here's one for you - why are basements always painted grey? I never could quite understand...
On the way back up, I could feel myself putting effort in my steps, as the steps were quite steep but I was grateful to know my clothes had dried and my boys hadn't yet come home leaving me extra computer time.
I love quiet Sunday afternoons such as these. sometimes they can be too quiet and then I have trouble finding something that reminds me of childhood.
What part of Sundays do you like?
3 comments:
I used to have trouble liking Sundays because they were too quiet.
Now, I am finding more and more ways to embrace it.
Thanks for your kind words at my blog.
I hope your week goes well. (There is yet another new one upon us!)
:)
truly,
Sylvia C.
It is amazing how the most boring chore is something to celebrate when at one point you are unable to do it.
I miss walking so much!
I am glad you healing! So glad you found me :)
I tried painting our garage grey but when I was finished I realized in the light that it was really purple. Threw my husband off :)
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