Am I in a time warp? One week ago the snow was falling and instead of a pair of summer sandals, I pulled on the winter dress boots – yet again. As I write this, a soft breeze nudges the curtains beside my writing chair and our windows and front door are flung wide. It’s heavenly outside, and due to the breezes, inside too.
No time warp, you say, just April in Indiana? I’ll buy that.
This day feels about perfect. This morning I sent a revised manuscript off into cyberspace. That alone makes me giddy. Soon I’ll be blowing up my social media feeds about my new project. But not yet … not quite yet.
Meanwhile, I found myself with a free Saturday afternoon, home alone. It’s lovely. Brian got called into Dad-duty to accompany younger son Ben on a quest to purchase a car. Ben inherited my 2003 Buick Rendezvous a couple of years back but last week, it met its maker, and I don’t mean the Buick company.
The engine blew up, dying in the middle of the street, and not just any street, but a major thoroughfare in Indy. Thank the Lord he was able to start it up One. Last. Time. and get it out of the road into a parking lot. Then it was hauled away in a hearse, I mean wrecker, back to Pendleton where it was pronounced DOA by our car guy, Ralph.
So he’s been without wheels for a week and relying on the kindness of a coworker to get him to his job. I haven’t heard how the search is going. I offered to go along and make a day of it but Brian said I wasn’t invited. He didn’t think it would be too cool for Dad and Mom to show. OK, I get it. It’s a Dad thing.
Fine with me, and a fine day it is. The spring wreath is on the door, the decade-old peony wreath pressed into service as a candle ring for the dining-room table, and I’m preparing to head outside to pick up sticks and do a little yard work.
And who am I kidding? To inaugurate my back porch with some reading time and maybe even a teensy nap.
Hope your day is equally glorious.