Chilly..

It will be weeks before the boys can have a decent nap on the weekends or the odd Monday holiday like today. Frank has too much noisy work to do on the kitchen and the upper floor for breaking for quiet time in the middle of the day. The cabinets are in. The floor is in. He’s trying to install all the wiring and lights right now. The countertops have been measured for and might arrive as early as next week. In 3 weeks or so I should have a functioning kitchen again, yay!

Though even with all the flurry around us with the new kitchen, the new cars (I ended up with a 2011 Kia Sportage with 34,000 miles on it), my mom’s cancer recurrence, the changes at my job, etc, I am amazingly calm and quiet at present. The day is blisteringly cold and laundry is really the only project I can take on though I should be reading my book club book (The Art of Fielding  by Chad Harbach).  Instead, I am idly admiring my new floor, watching Frank here and there, and listening to my 3 year old entertaining himself in his bedroom during his supposed "nap". It is enough.

I can see the winter bare branches of the lilac bush in the backyard. Leafless, I can see the trinkets I’ve hung over the years in it. Odd bits of glass and metal and shiny things.  They dance in the cold winter breezes. In weeks’ time, the leaves will be back. 

I wonder if my achilles tendons have healed sufficiently to handle a bit of jazzercise. There is still some pain but not nearly what I had a few months ago. Even if I haven’t been keeping up with the exercises the physical therapist gave me. I should try. That, and starting up walking again. My girl sheltie is up to fifty pounds! We started cutting back on her food this week, mixing less than a cup of quality dry with some canned pumpkin instead of wet dog food. She seems to be adjusting to the decrease ok, though she spent a good two days casting baleful eyes at us at every turn, wondering (I am sure) what she had done wrong.

I should have watched President Obama’s swearing in ceremony. I will in a bit on youtube. Playing with the boys turned out to be more important though I am a huge fan of our current president. 

I know, I know. I am trying too hard for this  entry. I think I will go watch Frank install the other pendant light instead.