This weekend, I did no scrapping. There was no cleaning up the plaster dust, no coping with the building chaos, no trying to pretend we still had a garden instead of a workmen's yard. Instead, this weekend, I got knit back together again. It started here, in the mist and fine rain ...
Then a shaft of sunlight broke through ...
... and by evening, there was calm ...
And the next morning, a soft green stillness ...
The was some friendly eating out with extended family ...
... and some companionable eating in with just Him and Me ...
There was some startled staring at incongruities, and smiling ...
And some startled being-stared-at-back ...
But mostly, lots of sitting very quietly and listening here ...
and here ...
And somewhere, in all of it, I got to unravel ... and, very gently, slip back into my own shape.
Welcome to the new week. There may even be some scrapping later ... :)
