|Where was Mrs. Brill and Ellen when I had to clean my house?|
|Yoga Mat Bag|
|My gym bag had a baby|
She makes linen garments and sells them, and supplies the merchants with sashes. She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. Proverbs 31:24-25 (NIV)
For years, when I go into vacation planning mode which I enjoy almost as much as the vacation, husband would sigh and say, “Why can’t we just stay home.” My reply was that if we stay home, he will be in the garage or on the tractor the entire week. And that would be wasting a perfectly good vacation. But, this year, since we are doing an extravagancy of a vacation in September that involves the auto train, a family wedding and some expensive bed and breakfasts, I finally caved to his desires and agreed to a staycation. On one condition: we do some things that would take us out of the house a few days. Touristy things that we (translate I) have always wanted to do but that we didn’t have the time or the money to do. Like horse surf and swim with the Tigers. Yes, there are such things. And yes, we are have or are going to do them. But, what surprises me the most is how much I am enjoying having an extended amount of time at home. To spend time with friends and my husband. To clean and to sew and to sleep late in my own bed. It started off a little shaky with Saturday, the first day of vacation and a filthy house. There was sand and dog hair a foot deep under the dining table, laundry stacked everywhere and mold growing in the bathtub. I was resentful to say the least. But, Saturday afternoon found me at the Tampa Theater for a Mary Poppins singalong with my friend, Penny, dressed like Mrs. Brill the cook and Ellen the housemaid. You can’t be in a bad mood at a Mary Poppins singalong. Or at the Columbia Restaurant for dinner afterwards. Sunday, I cleaned again, this time aiming for big projects that were long overdue: cleaning the barn feed and tack rooms, sorting and cleaning tack, putting glass away left from my last glass fusing marathon and sweeping up rat droppings on my work bench. When it got too hot to be outside, I sorted and organized my craft supplies and straightened my craft room/guest room. When all that was done, I felt like the house and all my hobby spaces looked fresh and inviting. Then, I promptly succumbed to the crafting bug making three bags, a gym bag, a yoga mat bag and a purse. Instead of me getting aggravated because husband is in the garage all week, now, it is husband standing at the door saying, “Let’s go,” while I say, “Just one more seam!” I planned to write three chapters of Julia’s Story this week, but I don’t think I will get much writing done. I’m liking this thing called staycation. Only problem? It makes me long for retirement!