View From My Vantage Point

The only reason my desk looks cleaned off is because the inbox tray is hidden in my seat and my laptop is perching there as well, I need to view my cleaned off spaces in order to still my always pounding heart.

The chair is a repurposed new addition, I don't even remember buying it, but it's been living at Sarah's house for years, now she has no need of it.  Kids kept coming into my office as I worked on our budget and did the other onerous paperwork.  My view is of their innate cuteness.

I also carried back the crib and bureau that I'd bought 16 years ago at an antique store for CW, who was soon followed by Lily, then Jack, along with Ray, then Hazel. I stored the items away, harbingers of wonderful memories, awaiting use by their own children someday.

A true minimalist would not have so many books and plants.  Just because I have little to no money invested doesn't erase their space-sucking attributes.  I have minimalist tendencies, that's all, but not when it comes to books or plants.

I use minimalism as my excuse to not have to have many clothing choices, clothing is boring.

My minimalism has deep roots simply in non-spending.  I've never been a spender, never enticed by beauty products that don't do squat, nor fashion that needs maintaining, nor stuff.

Gimme a garden and a hand rake and I'm good to go.

Jack called me from Juneau, Alaska yesterday, fixing to go on a helicopter tour of glaciers.  Wow, just wow, I really am green with envy.  Grandma and one of her Bridge friends along with Karen's family, are having a blast there.

I miss him immensely.

CW's new friendgirl had invited him to attend church with her.  Our own church is casual, CW'd outgrown his dress shirts so we ran into Goodwill and got him a lovely brand name shirt for the occasion, only for him to find out that the Atlanta metro church was as laid back as out own.

CW, AKA Dubs, likes fashion crap even less than I do.  His eyes glazed over, "Can't you get it without me having to go?"  Like I'm a good judge of either sizing or looks?  We took Lily with us for help.

He's handsome and girls flock after him, he doesn't care, he's not that interested in the drama they create.  He's sweet and quiet, loving and helpful, his presence in my life has been delightful at all times.

This picture was in our upstairs hallway that desperately needs a coat of paint - a winter project I'll tackle when it gets cold.  Today is the first day of summer, painting is not on my agenda at all.  Yes, I do see the burned spot on the floor where many years ago some darling had left the hot iron there.  The shoes?  Not what he wore that day, I assume, but maybe he did.  I rarely notice crap like that.