Days tumble upon each other, filled with activity. A drive to the ferry on Monday morning. Wednesday at the pool with Miss A. Boating class. Errands and grocery shopping. Planning. Cooking. The moments end up in a heap of time at the end of the week. Sorting through them is an exercise in thoughtfulness that brings to mind the Psalmist's prayer, "Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom." (Psalm 90:12)
A Monday walk on the beach counts as my first favorite thing this week.
Second is the time spent at the pool with Miss A. Oh, the energy! She delighted in pouring bucket after bucket of water on this Nana's head. Then she tilted her own head, looked at me and said, "Nana, your hair doesn't look normal." I guess not. More like a drowned rat.
Third, the book I'm reading, seen above. Travel. History. France. Three of my favorite things combined. It's not a book to dash through. Instead, I find myself setting the book down and I dig out other references to add to the delight of learning new things.
Fourth. Also to do with France, indirectly. I have a set of coasters, picked up several years ago in Paris. Each displays an image of a monument. Little Miss S called the Eiffel Tower a boat for the longest time. I kept gently correcting her, saying "It's the Eiffel Tower." Last week, she was at home and built a block tower. When her mother complimented her on her tower, Little Miss A said, "Eiffel Tower," clear as a bell. All towers are apparently Eiffel Towers. While here over the weekend she named the monument on the coaster correctly. It tickles me every time I think of her saying it. L'Arc de Triomphe might be a bit more difficult.
Fifth. These brighter days. I pause to look outside as I write. Frosty grass. Birds chirping. Sunlight. Blue sky with a few clouds. Pink ranunculus. Yellow forsythia. Brown dirt waiting.
How has your week been? What are you looking forward to this weekend?