...and the livin' is easy

Morning pushing through our eastern bedroom curtain glows golden. I wake up thankful for everything my eyes light on, for elements in my dreams, now slipping out of memory, and for what awaits in the day to come.

There is no rush. This is a blessing. No jobs or tests requiring me to starch my resolve or fluff up my social skills. No homework due tonight. No need to task my back with moving house.

Free time! How long has it been since Ben and I had so little to do and so much time to do it in? 

Last year, about now in July, I was saying goodbye to the Coffee Cottage kitchen and crew, passing along my baking tools to Hannah the new baker, and my family was entering the last big push to clear out our house and move to Idaho.

(How little we knew about how much we left our friends and family to do, to finish the house so it could be rented!  I cringe to think of it, but at the same time, get a flush of pleasure and pride in everyone who helped. An interesting mix of sensations, let me tell you.)

Then we surged through a year thick with work, learning, writing, reading, rolling in bagels. (As it were.) We survived, thrived even. My brain got sharper while my belly got flabby. Much was accomplished.

And so here we are, in a lull. In the eye of the whirling great adventure. We are happy to sit and watch our new plantings grow in the back forty (that would be square inches), catch up on movie watching and easy books. 

When August 20th arrives, we should be rested and ready for another academic round. Right now, though, my mind is happy drifting like a beach ball in a pool.