Posts Tagged ‘relaxation’

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

October 7, 2008

This picture pretty well sums up my night, well, minus the rose petals, floating candles, long stem rose, wine bottle and nicely tiled walls.  It was church night and I was set to go with the family at the front door… on time.  My dear hubby knew I have had a bit of busy-ness going on and I’m not sure if it’s stress related, but I got pink eye again.  Only in one eye.  So as we’re standing by the front door tonight, he says, “Why don’t you just stay home.”  I had second thoughts and third thoughts.  My desire is to be a good example to the kids, but just maybe it was Rick’s turn to be a good example of a loving husband to the kids tonight.

So I DUSTED all the candles surrounding my tub (thanks, Jill, for letting me know that you have to dust them), found a jack knife and dug out the bits of wax left in the candelabras.  Picked new lavender candles and dripped the wax in to secure them.  That task always reminds me of the movie Amazing Grace… William did that one romantic evening.  Then I found an enchanting little British movie on Netflix and calmly watched it amongst my glowing candles.

Like I said, AAAAAAHHHHHHH!  The movie was about an old woman who moved into a hotel in London and befriended a young writer, after tripping on the pavement outside his flat.  It was charming.  Made me want to find an old person and just listen.

O.K., back to reality.  Rick just asked what all the fuzz is in his bathroom sink.  “I dusted the candles,” the lame housekeeping wife responded.  :o)

Heaven on Earth……… well, close.

July 22, 2008

We are going on our annual trek to Lake Tahoe today.  I L-O-V-E  Lake Tahoe.  The smell of the pine trees.  The bright purple lupine swaying in the wind next to the crystal clear blue water.  The gigantic pine cones.  The paths of crunchy pine needles.  The brilliant blue jays.  The slow pace.  The laugh-til-you-hafta-run-to-the-bathroom games with our dear friends.  This year marks 30 years that we’ve been friends.  We’re officially old now.

Packing for Tahoe is like packing for no other destination on earth.  We pile the van with games, snack food, bathing suits, bikes, sunscreen, craft supplies, pellet guns, beach towels, DVDs, the dog and Christmas presents in July.  See.  Like no other.  Nothing comes in the van that involves business, school, church ministries (OK, the Bibles come) or thinking.  Nothing.  Only pleasure reading books too.  I’m taking The Shack.  I’ll give a book report later on.

It is pure relaxation for seven whole days.  No alarm clock.  No agenda.  No bedtime.  No worries…. unless Trixie gets out again.  Or Leonard Nimoy’s dog digs a hole under the fence again.

So don’t worry about us this next week.  We’ll be just fine.  I’m planning a photo essay for y’all of our daily sites and sounds.  Ooooooh, tantilizing, I know.  Hit the snooze button a few times for me this week, ok?

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