As I lay on the newly shampooed carpets of my house and looked around today, I realized I was in a good place. I am established. The kitchen is finished. The carpets are cleaned. My couch is as awesome as ever. If my life were a running TV show, my house would be the welcoming, familiar set that identifies the show - perhaps even more so than the characters.
An hour later, the floor was covered with green puffballs of various shapes and sizes, half a dozen doggie toys, and bits of the recliner. Kritsen was watching the travel channel, and dreaming up a video blog tour of Hamburger, so that we could find the banana guy. Maybe not the best scene for a TV sitcom, but it's home. It looks like a two year old lives here. It's lived in.
Still, last week I sat on the clean floor (near daily vacuumings, thanks to Maggie), and had similar thoughts of contentment. Truth be told, I feel like my life is missing its soundtrack. Not that I'm not listening to enough music. But that seriously there's a symphony underscoring my days that I just can't hear. Musical vibrations are all around me just waiting to be heard, and I can't make them out. I think the song is exciting, fast, happy, with a driving beat. It's transitional music - music that underlies that day to day monotony that leads to a new adventure.
So I'm feeling happy - settled, content.
My feet hurt - this weekend I made two lasagnas, three pies, spaghetti, eight burritos, and four hamburgers. A good month's supply of food.
I would like to spend Christams in Germany. Actually, I would like Christmas to come - that would be so pleasant!
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