Packages due are like Bills due in my book. They hang over me 'til I get them packaged and sent off. (The sad thing-- bills keep coming) But goodness, it feels so good to get to the P.O. and leave empty handed. Love it. Our good friend Richard the Post Person remarked that he was seeing a lot of us these days. The reason he remembers me, I think, is that Sam clings to me like a fruit bat until we get through with the transaction and then does a little boogie waving his hands and blowing kisses when we leave.
So anyway, packages are out, the freezer paper stencil class went great (as far as I'm concerned... I certainly had some super dorky moments but that par for the course I think), and Sam and I are off on a little road trip together. We'll be back Wednesday afternoon, at which time we're expecting a few days worth of company and She Who Hates Thanksgiving will be Cooking Like She's on Fire. I'm going grocery shopping tonight, actually. In preparation. Ah sweet Preparation.
I have read a lot of books by Frederick Buechner (although, not for a while) and I lend them out and give them away and then re-buy them, but am currently on sort of a down swing with that (gave them away and haven't re-bought). Which is a bit of a bugger as I cannot stop thinking about the way he writes about Listening to Your Life and Telling Your Story. He relates the story of a morning, making coffee and seeing his kids off to school and all that the day brings and the thin and unbreakable line that connects him and his partner across the kitchen which flexes and bends and ultimately binds them through the mundane... He also talks about the beauty of the day at hand, and how if you really knew how precious today was you'd hardly be able to bear it, let alone live it. And it was one of those days. Sam and I were half a second away from being smushed between a concrete wall and a semi-truck. I did laundry. Sam cut a straight line his first go with a pair of scissors. We went to the fabric store. And I thought about which bits I needed to really listen to, and which bits will go forgotten by tomorrow. Of course, by then it was a bit too much to bear and I thought about my lists and how I need to get on top of those things.