For some reason, nothing mattered this morning. It's a beautiful morning and since I know a rain/snow storm is on its way, I think I enjoyed the sight of the blue sky even more. I was walking along the train platform toward the love of my life and suddenly I had "the feeling" that all's right in my world. I know it's a fleeting thing so I'm going to grab it and let the smile out all day.
This could all be a product of the reduced amount of sleep but a smile is a smile and there are not enough of them in the world to suit my taste. I'm going to give them away as though they were free today.
Sometimes that's what's called for. And they make a mean burger.....
Emily's birthday is coming up right after Easter. She asked for an apron and "something handmade". Pk is working up a terrific idea. We're heading out early tomorrow morning to get him some tools (because all of his projects involve a new tool--just like new knitting projects needing a different size needle). He has two weeks and will probably be cutting it close since this is a new thing for him but it will be so worth it. I'll share photos after he gives it to Em.
When I was growing up, hand made gifts were not favored. In fact they were scorned. (I have this vague memory of one of my aunts making fun of something my cousin made for her. I remember the hurt it engendered. It made an impression) It pleases me to no end that my kids think things made by hand are things to be treasured.
So, our weekend will be filled with making things since Pk has to start his project and I am in the middle of my handmade gift for Em.
Did I mention I have a poetry group at work? My clients asked for an enrichment type group and we decided on poetry. It's up and down. Some groups are amazing and creative and others fall flat. But that's true of any group. One of the interesting things we've done is write a group poem. Ours was about happiness and we decided it smells like a birthday cake.
What does happiness smell like to you?