Texas Lady

This is the 2nd time in my life that I have intentionally wanted to be a housewife.  The first time I was 16 years old, newly married and very, very naive.  This time I am not newly married, not very young, with grown kids and family moved away long since.  The first time I was just doing what every little girl was raised to do: get married, have children and live happily ever after.  This time I’m living happily ever after and the rest doesn’t matter.  After working full time for 40 years, all my days are now Saturdays.  What a lovely thought!

It’s been a great, happy, peacefull and productive day.  I cooked toast and coffee for breakfast, chocolate brownies with pecans for mid-day snack, and put a roast and veggies in the crockpot for dinner (with a loaf of hot French bread to dip in the gravy).  I ran the dishwasher twice with all the cooking.  Ronnie washed Maximus’ and Bandit’s blankets so it smells much fresher in the living room crates.  I worked on my new laptop off and on all day, and, of course, we cuddled dogs all day.  For the life of me I don’t know why I got out of bed at 7 A.M. when I didn’t have to get up at all this morning, but I have noticed that since I haven’t worked nights for a month that I’m turning into a “day person”—–me, who has always been a “night person”?  Gods, what next?

I have no plans for tomorrow.  There are things I’d like to accomplish (vacuum, grocery store, finish the laundry) but I realized this afternoon that if I don’t get everything done the next day that there is another day following that it will get done.  No pressure.  No deadlines.  Wow!  What a concept!