When the sun is a little lower in the sky, and the afternoon cools a little bit, I'll go outside and give all of the thirsty, hot plants a nice drink and a heavy misting.
Something to effectively tuck them in, and send them off to a cozy moist evening before the sun blisters them again tomorrow.
And then there's this lovely - a gift from an Easter dinner guest 3 months ago! It's still going strong, and I take extra special care of it because it cheers me up every time I walk into the living room.
When the days are like this, and there are no trips planned to break up the schedule, the days all kind of run together. Work, work, work, work, work, house chores and some fun, church and a peaceful day. Rinse and repeat. My days are probably a little more monotonous because I work from home. I can go literally weeks without filling up my car with gas. (I kind of like that part, though.) I am the neighborhood watch, the neighborhood crazy Mrs. Kravitz sitting in my office window, watching everyone come and go. L laughs at me because I know everyone's business. For excitement I might do a load of wash, or I may even start the car and go to the bank or grocery store.
When the work is done for the day, I have various little projects to work on. Currently I'm circling a pillow cover, wanting to paint a starfish on the cotton fabric. Once I start it I'll be fine, but until then, I think and redesign, and over think the whole thing. I usually dream about it, to make matters worse. It's been years since I've painted on fabric, so I'm a little nervous to start. But I have so many ideas for things I'd like to try after this project, so I just need to close my eyes and jump in.
Sometimes I'll watch Ellen at 4:00 (especially if Sophia Grace and Rosie are on!) and then it's time to start dinner. That's the usual day. So when L drives in after his workday, I have to be careful to control my approach, I'm so excited to have another human to interact with. He, on the other hand, drives 39 miles each way to work. He drives in really bad traffic. He is soothed with XM radio on the way home, but it's a very long commute - at best 1 hour and sometimes it's over 2 hours. And this week he's been on deadline with his magazine. Ramp up the stress 100%! Editors have a hard time meeting deadlines, and they tend to dump everything on him at the last minute. (He is a graphic artist and lays out the magazine, making sure it all looks good and everything is coordinated.) He's at the end of the food chain there, so if things are late, he's the person everyone complains to, even if it's not his fault! Sorry.... I'm venting... Anyway, last night, he came home, and I was a little grumpy because he was later than usual, dinner was a multi-step affair, and I was afraid it would all get cold before he got there. I could tell at first glance, however, that he'd had a bear of a day. So I quietly got dinner on, we got seated, and I let him decompress without pressing him to talk a lot. TV off. Just a quiet dinner, with occasional conversation interspersed with soothing quiet.
After dinner we cleaned up and got the bikes out. The evening was still warm, but with a cool breeze blowing. We rode through some nearby neighborhoods as darkness gradually fell. Neighbors were out watering, letting children have a last ride on their bikes and scooters, or just sitting outside enjoying the cool(er) air.
We rode along, not talking much. L tried to lead me back on the cul de sac where the big dog chased me down the street the other night, but I wasn't buying. I'm not fond of being chased by big dogs. But mostly, I just followed along, letting him have his thoughts to himself. Our bike lights were on blink mode in the twilight - both of us have small red ones in back, and I have a larger white one in front - and as we rode along, I followed behind him with my lights blinking like little heartbeats in the growing darkness.
As we finished up our ride, I could see that L's shoulders had relaxed. I love our evening bicycle rendez-vous. They are my current obsession. Sometimes we ride side by side and chat about our days, and other times (like last night) we pedal along silently to our own thoughts. It's the perfect end to the day. Just enough to feel better after eating dinner, but soothing enough to bring us back home ready to settle in for the evening. Best of all, after a little quiet time, L is ready to sit back and let me chat his ear off after a long day in solitary confinement. It's a win/win.