a bunny in the house, disappointments, and ordinary life

sometimes life doesn't seem fittable into words. there's so much to it, words don't do justice. so i just live. and neglect my laptop gathering dust on the office floor. until the inkling to write drips onto everything, like a melting ice cream cone on a summer day. so i must. with lukewarm coffee, i settle on the living room rug on a wednesday morning and welcome a white screen...

all i want in life is a flour powdered apron, a safe home, extra pennies to go on coffee dates with friends. plus critters and coffee and a clear mind.

and i have that. in abundance. expect the critters. that's still in the dreams.

simple joys splatter each day. the sky's pink thought bubbles invite us to stand still. the aroma of food sizzling on the blackstone always nudges thankfulness. neighbors wave into friends. clean laundry accumulates on the coffee table. more jars offer organization. the herbs breathe sun and water. friends come to visit and stay for a couple nights. bills are paid. we hear of more love stories blushing into engagements, and oh how we love it. in church pews our hearts are over filled. everyday i hang out wash a part of me smiles. and everyday i learn something new in the art of homemaking.

and there are places to go. to tulsa for immigration stuff. to las vegas to see the sister and friends. to the passion play to summon the reality of Easter deeper into the hearts. a suit to the dry cleaners. a coffee date with a Brook chief. chores at the ranch a couple mornings a week. a garden to attend to at folks. and sewing days there also. followed by pizza around the table. and every monday a grocery haul to bring home.

random happenings.

one night at folks', a bunny ran into the house. both the bunny and the ladies were shrieking.

a red flag of mine is, without a doubt, i fall for all things DIY. i made a turmeric skin scrub. well. turmeric stains. everything turned yellow. dishcloth. skin. towel. bathtub. upon seeing a yellow wife, the man was like ''what did i marry?''

i got the man to try those sticky-on-rip-off pore-cleaning nose patches with me. i enjoyed it more than he.

freddie the robin has built her abode on our porch's fan and my inner 80 year-old heart is greatly enjoying this VIP¹ experience in robin's life. the four eggs are due to hatch any day now.

you know your sourdough loaf flopped when even an electric knife resists it.

some of you may have heard of the bike shop folks in law and us were in the works buying. well. it fell splat. disappointment is felt hard. and now the future remains untold as we let go of that dream we were so enthused about.

and everyday, there are prayers to let go of. and ourselves to lay down. and the more 'self' is noted, the more the personal the cross becomes.

in a sermon awhile back, it was encouraged to ask God, ''how can i love you today?'' that will lead you out of your comfort zone right promptly. and yet don't adventures with God top all else?

oh i shall not take ordinary for granted. for it's in all this ordinary, i see God summoning our attention. He walks along roads, sits at supper tables, and shows up in gardens. we are in His presence and yet we know not. how earth-minded we are.

1 - does VIP even make sense there? I thought it meant 'visit in person'. then I googled it. it means 'very important person'.