Another rainy day which provides me with an opportunity to stay indoors, to change my proposed plans for the morning and one of the things I enjoy doing most on a day like this taking the time to reflect.
* I spent extra time in bed this morning reading my emails, flipping through blogs, checking out what's been happening on facebook (happy to report that I am still more absent than present on facebook...I'm just dipping my toe in from time to time and not spending near the amount of time I was!). I've just made some coffee and I'm reflecting on life, and organizing my thoughts.
* A visit to the older son this weekend to bring him a few things that he needed and to see how he's faring in his new living space and how he's acclimatizing to a new city and new people put my mind at ease. He's happy and he's flourishing. He has already become part of a large group who have much in common...all wanting to become teachers and finding that they have so much more in common than that. A bus pass and being excellent at orienteering means that this young man has grasped where he is in relation to everything else in his chosen city.
* One treat was the cinnamon bun that I had for breakfast on Sunday. We walked by this bakery and I could see that they had cinnamon buns. I am a huge fan of the cinnamon bun and I have tried many (one look at my hips will be all the proof necessary to back up that claim). The best ones are those like my mother made when I was a child. My mother rolled her dough in cinnamon and brown sugar, twisted them into knots and then drizzled melted butter, brown sugar and cinnamon over top and let them bake. The best part? Where the butter mixture dripped to the bottom of the bun and "stuck" to the pan while baking. Out of this world. The cinnamon bun I discovered on Sunday? Just like my mother made. With an Americano from Starbucks my morning was bliss. If I wasn't trying to keep sweets to a minimum I might have thought about baking some (I think I have my mother's recipe).
* I'm still feeling a bit lost, a bit wondery (I like that on my blog I can do what I like, including making up my own words...), a bit out of sorts. I was talking about that here and it was one of the comments (from Sharon at Plumrose Lane) that I was beginning to understand the "why". Sharon's words made me smile because yes I am ending a journey and beginning a new one. And the positive spin that Sharon put on this part of life gave me hope and enthusiasm for what comes next.
* Others at that time were talking about the routine of summer ending and getting their little ones (and bigger littles) back into the school calendar of early bed, early rising, homework, after school activities, etc. My days for that are over and while I miss that (a little bit!) I am happy to have had that time and that I've moved on. I'm a bit of an empty nester now and the routine I was always used to for September is no more. There are still times around 3:30 in the afternoon that I half expect someone to walk through the door and look for a snack. It must be "built in"! And so in a way I'm mourning...the loss of that part of my life. And I know that Sharon is right -- the best is yet to come and I can already feel my husband and myself finding our way in a new routine and a new way of living our lives.
* This morning I was reading this blog post and while I can't see myself living in a house that tiny, the idea of moving to something smaller and more compact has been on my mind these last few weeks. The idea of having so much less appeals to me on a very large scale (did you catch that -- having less...on a large scale?!).
I'm off now to decide if breakfast will be a slice of toast...or a slice of fudge brownie...or both! What do you think a rainy day calls for?