Today is the first day of the rest of our lives. And we had nothing we had to do! No last minute work at the church, no preparation of communion elements, no music to record in the Clavinova, no changing of banners or paraments, no checking of ANYTHING. We slept in a little, had bialys for breakfast with fresh French Vanilla coffee. Watched a little morning TV. Then, we went to the local farmer's market and got some tomatoes, zucchini, brussel sprouts, and a giant head of lettuce. Like normal people.
We did little else during the day. We set up the stand for my new Yamaha Digital Piano (gift from the church) and hooked up the ear phones so I won't disturb anyone else. Played a couple of Words With Friends and checked out FaceBook posts.
Yesterday afternoon I had a little meltdown. Tears just started out of nowhere. I guess bouts of grief are no respecters of time or place. I was sitting on the "throne" with the kitten on my lap, playing Scrabble on my Kindle - and they just started. Bill asked if I had been crying and why - I said I didn't know, but it was all right.
I can't wait to see what God has planned for us next. We still have to clean out the Choir Room, which will take a few days. And I have been chosen to be the next director for the West Volusia Community Chorus, beginning in September. So we can begin the process of bringing some order into our home - it's been neglected for some time now.
We're going to work on taking care of ourselves a little better. We'll have time to go to the gym, plan menus and shop more smartly, toss a coin to see which church to visit on Sunday, clean out the garage and have a sale. (That might take a while!)
Figuring out how to live on half the income we're used to will be a challenge. It will be interesting to see how this all works out. I may have to start cooking, making laundry detergent, making bundled shopping trips, and, again I say, having a garage sale.
Well, tomorrow's another day. . .
