I've spent the last two days working quite a lot--daycare in the early morning, then for my aunt in the late morning and early afternoon, then daycare again, then helping to renovate a house up the street. I sometimes dread such days, but it's been pretty great, actually. It's amazing how much more productive I am when my free time is cut back. My taxes are done, I've got some books from the library, and I'm heading to NYC for the weekend on Friday morning. I learned to use a circular saw tonight--we cut all the shelving for the kitchen--and now I'm covered in sawdust and my nostrils are filled with it.
And sometimes I just love working for my aunt. Lately family means more to me than it ever did when I was younger, and I love my aunts. It seems as though they just attract beautiful things to themselves, and it all swirls around each of them like a tornado of light. Really, most of my family is like that, actually, on both sides. I'll be visiting my cousin in New York this weekend, and doing some work for her. She has some similar tendencies, though they're expressed in different ways. (Emma, will you be around? Assuming you see this in time? I don't know if/when I'll be able to get away but I'd be happy to say hello if you were interested in such a thing.)
Anyway, my aunt's house is beautiful, and spending time with her was just another beautiful piece in a beautiful week I've been having, really. Here's what I scribbled in my notebook this morning, favorite pieces of my week so far:
cold grapes on a hot day
sprinkler spray through a car window
a bottle of wine down by the river, in the dark
a rain of flower petals
polishing silver in the shade on the side porch
Also, I think I should move. I hesitate to write it down, because the more I talk about things the less they tend to happen, but here it is, just for the record. For my future reference.