Sunday at home

I should have worked hard long hours today. I had set a goal. I did not meet it. At the end of the semester, I haven’t the same concentration that I had earlier. I’m tired. Giving up weekends to work becomes hard.

And so when one daughter wakes up in the farmhouse lemon room and the other came over with a bag of fresh doughnuts, I think – that’s it, forget work. This morning is ours.





We linger over a mushroom and spinach frittata, then my girls and I head out to the Mega Target store. My Chicago girl needs to Christmas shop and we are so happy to tag along and give endless, bossy advice.

At Target, we run into Alice – the now retired secretary of my daughters’ elementary school. She is a heroic and oh so lovely person in my eyes and she now looks at my daughters with a grin ten miles wide – mainly because well, they’ve grown!


In the early afternoon, the younger girl is on the bus to Chicago and the older one is off in her own world of activity. I return to the farmhouse to clean and scrub. My last such effort before I take off later this week. Ed helps me. Isis picks a spot in the middle of the quilt that covers the big bed and sleeps the day away.