Thanksgiving Sunday

I was exhausted last night after making and jarring applesauce for eight hours that I fell into bed without posting. It had been an eventful day far removed from my fantasy of sitting on the book-covered fabric chair and reading the day away.  It was productive which is often good.

Here's the canning in process

We also worked on the bathroom floor, now that it no longer leaks, we can put it back together.  We finished the standing desk today. I LOVE it.  I'm so proud of the design.  Only the piano hinge and four brackets to hold the dowels beneath the swinging shelf are new. Everything else is original from the waterbed.

Ta-da!

There's a lot of blue in that photo.  The mulberry tree is through that window to the left of the desk.  The pilates ball is my chair when I really need one and the laptop goes down a shelf or onto the filing cabinet. Those books are from my good friend, Brenda Harlen.  One of them is the Icelandic version.  It always makes me smile.

I was awake most of the night alternating between chills and fever. Today has been much of the same so I opted out of the extended family Thanksgiving dinner. I feel sorry for myself that I'm missing out on the fun but at the same time, I can hear the rain outside my window. The cat is asleep on one bed, the dog asleep on the floor beside me.  I've had two doses of Oil of Oregano, half a gallon of orange juice and three big mugs of cinnamon honey tea.  I'm fortunate to have today and tomorrow off work so that I can recover.

I had a good conversation with a friend about the importance of finding good in every day.  On the days that are the most challenge is when it's most important. It's so easy to think the worst is going to happen, is happening but the truth is that there is always someone or something that makes the day tolerable. We look back on the tough times and remember small kindnesses more than the slights because the kindness is what sustains us.

Thank you all for your kindness.