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A take-it-easy Saturday

I consciously left today completely unscheduled.

Last weekend was chock-full of activity; it was followed by an extra busy week; tomorrow is Sunday service; then this coming week we head down to Los Angeles for a weekend of programs.

So, when I realized I had no commitments on today’s calendar I promised myself I would leave it empty…and I did! In fact, I’m enjoying not having much of anything to share about the day.

I watered the garden. I sat on the patio. I read my book. I did some gentle exercise. I sat on the patio. I chatted with Ramesha. I read my book some more. I ate some good meals. I did dishes. I sat on the patio. We watched a show in the evening. And I’m on track to be in bed by 11:00pm.

A nice relaxing day, indeed.

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Doing nothing and loving it

Yesterday truly did me in.

But of course, I had to once again get up early and make it through a morning of singing for Sunday service. It was beautiful and inspiring, as usual, but it took some real work to keep my energy up.

But then…?

…aahhhh. Nothing. Niente. Nada.

Ramesha went off to the Buttes with a friend and I pretty much crashed…but in the nicest, most quiet and subtle way possible.

I read a silly novel. I napped a little. I caught up on a few emails (but nothing demanding). And read some more while drinking a cup of herbal tea.

I eventually worked up to folding laundry and doing dishes.

I didn’t go anywhere or talk to anyone. And it was just what I needed.

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My latest fantasy

Lately I’ve been fantasizing about holing up for (at least) two to four days in a quiet, peaceful spot (near the ocean would be absolutely ideal) and reading books.

That used to be one of my favorite things to do as a child, as a teenager, and as a young adult. In fact, I can recall days when I would do nothing but read. It was very relaxing for me.

Now I sneak it in by reading while I’m doing something else. But it’s not the same. Not at all.

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Gone readin’

This is my version of gone fishin’ — meaning that I consciously opted to sit and finish a less than worthy novel rather than write a thoughtful blog post.

It doesn’t happen often, but today was a “don’t really feel like writing” kind of day.

Oh well.

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Falling into old habits

Got carried away reading all the comments to a very interesting article in the New York Times. As a result I’m writing this way too late into the night.

Thank goodness I fall into such old habits less and less often these days.