Last night my daughter goes: “mom, my favorite day is Sunday.” Me: “why is that, honey?” L: “on Sundays we wake up and there is no gymnastics, no piano, we can do whatever.”
She is right. We can do whatever.
Except I am not that good with “whatever.”
Sunday started typically- my morning with my son, coffee, and transformers conversation.
I then drove to meet Maya from PocoBrat in on of the NJ towns. Over an omelette and some eggs in a typical NJ diner, we talked higher ed, teaching, kids, careers, hobbies, childhoods… I honestly wished she lived closer.
I shared with her that I was nervous prior to our meeting since Maya is a university professor, and her blog is very cerebral, so I had felt insecure. Would I measure up?.. 🙂
The moment we met and hugged I could put all of that aside. What a warm, compassionate, amazing person. In Russian culture, we call people like that “golden” people.
Upon return home, I wanted to finish feeding the roses and shrubs. My little gardening assistant helped.
The flower bed by the side of the house looks better- it’s been cleared, roses planted, then cleared some more. It is still very much a work in process, as I still will need to mulch. But it looks cleaner and more civilized.
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