A Day

There is nothing better than a perfect summer day, even if it's technically in the spring. My day went something like this: Wake up and made my boys apple cinnamon pancakes; off to get coffee and stop by a couple of garage sales; didn't buy anything but admired some houses for sale and the families harvesting strawberries in the field down the street; home to meet a friend who helped me complete my drip irrigation for my front garden; talked about books and watched the kids mold six containers of Play Dough to the clubhouse roof; admired Cai's graceful jumps from the roof, he didn't stumble once; planted a giant mint, pulled weeds, planted glads and lilies; put the boys down to nap; finally showered without anyone bothering me; ran around the corner to the tomato man's stand; bought eggplant, peppers, tomato, cilantro, lemon basil, and cucumbers; talked with him about the new housing going up everywhere; shared woes about the loss of country; home to clean up; finished lovely book: Prodigal Summer by Kingsolver; planted vegetables and watered; went to the grocery for fresh blueberries, peaches, strawberries for shortcake; bought tri-tip, fresh bread, salad for dinner and headed to friends; spent the evening navigating their pool with Cai in an innertube; admired his splashing technique while he complimented me on my dives as I searched for lost barrettes; divine dinner and dessert; scooped all the blueberries out of the mix for the kids who couldn't get enough; home to put everyone to bed; made lunch and dinner for tomorrow; talked with Jaya about a new refrigerator; watched Def Poetry Jam which I love more than words; clean up and check email, blog a little here; write a note to an old friend; realize I'm still in my swimsuit and delight in that a little; look forward to tomorrow; said a little prayer to thank whoever for whatever all this stuff is; whatever it is, it's good; off to bed.