Random Wishes for a Sunday Morning

This has been another rollercoaster of a weekend for me... having great moments of pure glee and moments of feeling impossibly low. Quite a ride for a couple of short days (well, really a day and a half since we haven't even hit noon on Sunday yet). No wonder I most often start the new week feeling completely and entirely worn out!

I started writing something late last night and ended up erasing the whole darn thing and heading to bed instead. After reading it back to myself I found it to be a meandering line of drivel that even I had trouble following and it was my life, my thoughts. But it certainly reflected the state of turmoil my mind and spirit felt at the time. Maybe erasing it completely was overkill. Oh well. Those are the actions of an unquiet mind and in moments of distress I have been known to act hastily.

So, in an effort to both ease myself back into collected, rational writings while still satisfying my own determination to keep talking with those of you out there who have blessed me with listening (and even talking back to me) I have decided that I will write a list of my wishes for this beautiful Sunday. There are two great thing about lists... First, you need only maintain a connected thought for the length of a short sentence (maybe even less, really) and second it allows you to bounce all over the place. Perfect for a Sunday and an unquiet mind.

And so today, Sunday, April 20th I wish...

... I had someone to share my morning coffee with (for the company most importantly but as well to help me decide if it's time for a new coffeemaker because I really don't think this one is up to my standards anymore)
... my son Corbin was here so I could give him a big, long hug... four months is a long time to go without hugging someone you love
... I could shake the habit of acting hastily when feeling distressed (happily this is one that I can actually work on; I'll keep you posted on how that one goes)
... I could effectively express to those who I love most how much they mean to me and how much I value them (again, something I can work on... also good!)
... I had a convertible (it's sunny and warm and you know how much I love driving on days like this)
... I could work out the details of moving all the junk off my balcony with my two other sons (muscle and large-vehicular assistance) which is seeming less and less likely today (I want my pretty, clean, tidy balcony back... it's sunny and warm, you know)
... I could fast-forward a couple months to find out if I actually win the trip to San Fransisco I'm in the running for at work... I could use a vacation (even a little one)
... I could slow down time to make this Sunday last for a couple of days (I know... a complete contradiction to my last wish; I told you I was disconnected and meandering)
... I could meet the people who are sending me their good wishes and comments from across the miles but I'll have to settle with a big, heart-felt thank you.

That's it for me for now. Except one last thing...

I wish you get all you wish for on this beautiful Sunday.

Sweet Sunday Musings... or is that Musings about Sweet Sunday???

It is Sunday... I love Sunday. Now I could write a whole blog about what I like or dislike about single every day of the week, about every month, every season but for now, I'd like to chat with you about Sundays at Sally's place.

And this Sunday in particular...

It is a beautiful spring day here in little ol' Brantford Ontario. The sun is peaking in and out of the big fluffy clouds that punctuate the sky... it's not really warm out but just the presence of that sunshine makes it feel warmer to my heart and spirit and that's plenty for today, thanks!

I got up this morning and after looking sadly at the assorted piles of laundry dotting my two bedrooms, decided that they had to be priority number one. So, sort, pile, pour and off I went to throw the laundry in. If I haven't mentioned it before, I live on the third floor of a beautiful, century old apartment building that I had admired from afar for years before I was lucky enough to find myself actually living here. And I love my apartment, I really do, except for two regular occasions.... laundry day and grocery day. Up and down and up and down and up and down. My laundry room, like most, is in the basement and it makes laundry day an excellent cardio workout. The doors on all of the apartments as well as to the basement, are on automatic hinges (I'm sure there is an official, hardware store name for them, but I can't tell you what that is) that I curse and cuss at every single time I venture in and out, carrying a laundry basket filled with bits and pieces... They are heavy doors and inevitably I am caught, usually on many occasions and in many uncomfortable positions, sacrificing different appendages every time to the slam of the door. I risk life and limb on laundry day. But I love the spring fresh scent so I figure things balance out.

Load number one safely secured (and me happily back in one, albeit battered and bruised, piece) I am now ready to go about the rest of my day... stopping only to run back down and up again. Coffee has been made, newspapers fetched, music is playing... I will read and write (obviously) and chat with friends and enjoy the company of my boys for snacks, dinner, board game or some combination thereof... The day will be savoured at an easy pace that allows me to rev up when the energy hits and relax and just gaze out my window when I'm distracted by the cardinals nesting in a tree nearby.

How perfect is that? Wishing you a perfect Sunday as well, filled with people and activities that fill your soul.