Seriously? You thought this was a political column?
Nope. I’m talking home and hearth and organization.
Last night I couldn’t get to sleep until after midnight due to excitement. Some big thing planned for the weekend? A book signing or a trip out of town? Maybe a dinner out? No, no, and no.
I was excited because for the first weekend in I don’t know how long, nothing is on the agenda, I’m not sick, Brian is (almost) not sick, and my soul needs some white noise.
One of my all-time favorite tunes comes to mind, the John Denver classic, Hey It’s Good to be Back Home Again. It captures how I feel this weekend.
Something you probably don’t know about me is that organization appeals to me. I can’t leave work until everything is, if not done, put away and my desk in order. I like my home to function the same way but sometimes I fall short due to extenuating circumstances.
My friend, Debbie, has commented about how she is an orderly person and likes to have her ducks in a row. Well, me too. But sometimes other things press in and the order is put on hold. The ducks run wild!
A shrink could have a field day with me, and my penchant for organization. I find it relaxing
So this morning after Weight Watchers, I stopped for a few things at the store and wandered down the organization aisle. An assortment of baskets for drawer organization (at least that’s how I interpreted them) appealed and on whim, I bought several. I came home and redid the kitchen-utensil junk drawer that’s been annoying me for a while.
Bam! Instant satisfaction. Sometimes when the world feels as though it is spinning out of order, controlling a little piece of my own world is just what the doctor ordered.
The weekend includes getting our tax papers in order, a trip to the library, some home-keeping chores, church, reading, completing Monday’s BSF lesson, looking at a couple of book commitments coming up that have been on the back burner, and maybe tackling a few more drawers.
Brian is working out as I finish this post. I promised to make him homemade potato soup for supper. It’s on the stove.
Hey, it’s good …both the potato soup, and being back home again with a weekend to relax, recharge, and organize.