80 degrees--it's too early in the morning for that temperature. I am a winter soul at heart--and the only one I can find to agree with me around here is my wolfie, Anu. I just finished brushing another bag full of hair off of her. She was pant-panting like a maniac and so I set up my great-grandma's old fan in the garage to keep her cool.
It is old, metal, and turquoise--very vintage and very cool. It's also loud, but I can't bring myself to get rid of it because it was, after all, my great-grandma's, and is one of the few things I have from her. I thought Anu might be afraid of it because of the sound, but I was wrong. I plugged it in and PLoP! She's been sitting in front of it ever since.
Thus began our day.
At this very moment, I'm drinking some wonderfully strong coffee out of my favorite porcelain blue, brown, and white cup with elephants. Today I got extravagant and even put the cup on its saucer. There is something luxurious about drinking from a cup with a saucer.
Days like this, I like to pretend that I am somewhere far away. Today I'm in India. It is dusty and hot. There are sounds of birds and traffic. I am not yet quite familiar with these summer time "in-town" sounds and so it is relatively easy for me to transport myself. This is the first summer I've lived outside of the country in 7 years. It's easy to experience things in new ways if I put my mind to it.
Right now, I am content with a slow start to the day. I slept in because my head is in a pollen cloud...and soon I will make my way to the flower shop where I'll keep plugging along at putting the place back together. It's a 2-story store. I finished the upstairs a few days ago. Last night I completely tore the first floor apart. There is not one thing in its place. And, ok, I'll admit--I love that feeling (the potential for a new beginning?). Today I'll paint some more and then it will be time to put it all back together. It's a big place and will take a few days...but I'm using Memorial Day weekend to my advantage. This way I have an extra day to let it look like a cyclone went through before I have to make it safe again for customers.
But today, however, I wish I didn't have to work. As much as I don't like the heat, it does feel good. It forces me to relax and slow waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay down. There is the whir of the fan at my back and the soft movement of the curtains. There is another cup of coffee to be had and a dog to give back massages to and a lake to take her swimiming in (she's so spoiled). Best of all, there are books to be read, savored, enjoyed. I'm in an introspective mood. I'd like to wander and lounge and consider the nature of small blossoms, leaf shapes, and clouds.
If only I could live in my imagination just a little bit longer. Wouldn't it be nice?!