Let us decide on the route that we wish to take to pass our life, and attempt to sow that route with flowers.
-Madame du Chatelet
This past week I've been keeping track of my brother and sister-in-law through Katrina's facebook updates. They rode their motorcycle to Canada! Now they're on their way back home, making stops at various places along the way. One stop is my house. Weee! I feel like the last time I saw them was I don't know when. And that's too long. I can't wait to hear all about their adventure, the things they saw and the food they ate. They are arriving here on a perfect weekend. Temperatures are dropping with tomorrow looking like crisp 78 degrees. This is a First Friday weekend, which means art walks and food trucks in the Arts District and maybe a tour through antiques in the West Bottoms. We may just end up at the Louisberg Cider Mill and the winery down the road from there. There are many choices and options, all of which I am thankful for. But really, I am thankful that Randy and Katrina where able to take this trip.
I have a lot of things to be thankful for this week and because of that this Thankful Friday entry is about to get really random and rambley. The new hair is a quite the hit around here. My friend Julia mentioned that she thought it was funny that I'd said "old Cindy" on my blog entry. She said "to us, you're the new Cindy". That's an interesting thought. I am thankful for the new hair. The power of a good, flattering hair cut has the potential to light buildings for weeks. Feeling low and in a slump? Get your hair cut. Trust me. It works. While your at it, buy a new tube of lipstick. These are all terribly sexist 1950s tidbits of advice, but there's something to it.
Monday night around midnight, I heard strange noises. I was all alone because Hooper was still at the vet office. I actually thought I'd sleep better with him gone for the night. Not so. Any way, noises, strange. I thought someone was trying to break in, so I got up to have a look. It was raining. Rain was trying to break into my house. I guess it had been so long since I've heard rain on a window that my brain just figured it was an intruder. I also heard tales of rain happening here last weekend. Lots of rain. Enough rain to make things sprout up out of the garden (I completely forgot that I had planted leaks) and the lawn green. I haven't had to mow the yard in almost two months. I'm not excited about having to mow the yard now, but I am so thankful for the rain.
Thankful, thankful. I am thankful for the beautiful weather, the walks with the dog, time spent with loved ones and the promise of good things in the next week to come. Have a great weekend and a fabulous Thankful Friday.