Geese Fly Over
Today the geese flew over at dusk, honking along. Fun to sit on the back step with the dog and watch the day fade. This is my favorite time of day. Not anything to do or take care of, just that pause before the evening after the chores are done.
I was reminded last evening of how fun it is to sit around someone else's living room and visit. Nice times. The kids running in and out, the dog bouncing around, so excited to have visitors.
Catching up with the news, telling our stories, having comfort that you aren't the only one who is having a tough time at work!
A bit of tea and then time to go. We must do this again soon, and lets not wait. You can come to my house!
Go see your friends! For no particular reason! You know, the kids do that all the time, for fun, as part of their life, but the adults get a bit busy and careworn and forget to make time or effort.
It was great. More!
Take Care,
Auriel
I was reminded last evening of how fun it is to sit around someone else's living room and visit. Nice times. The kids running in and out, the dog bouncing around, so excited to have visitors.
Catching up with the news, telling our stories, having comfort that you aren't the only one who is having a tough time at work!
A bit of tea and then time to go. We must do this again soon, and lets not wait. You can come to my house!
Go see your friends! For no particular reason! You know, the kids do that all the time, for fun, as part of their life, but the adults get a bit busy and careworn and forget to make time or effort.
It was great. More!
Take Care,
Auriel
posted by Auriel Ragmon | 8:19 PM
2 Comments:
I never know when it's appropriate to visit people. Kids know, or they don't care when it's inappropriate. I've lost that somewhere.
I am rather lousy at figuring out how to do that too. The last visit that this post is about occurred because a friend had been sick and had emailed about wanting company.
We don't really do social much, but it's kinda nice when we do. Perhaps after the house is painted (this week, maybe), I'll think about it again.
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