Just another Mundane Monday

There was a popular song "Manic Monday" when I was in college. I think mundane fits me better. I like Mondays. Someone else in NE does too. But I don't work out of the confines of these four walls. It's just me and the sometimes over-excited dog again. The pile of laundry. The needs of filling cupboards. And I like that. Really. Mundane isn't bad. To me it means the absence of something bad.

I can't wash as big of laundry loads as I used to. The pants, shirts, etc. are bigger now. I remember the baby days... I could stuff a week's worth of clothes for two kids in the machine! Or maybe I'm not remembering properly. That happens. You just simply forget how it was. Unless you have pictures. Sometimes I wish I could step back in time and watch myself say 16 years ago. Or 8. Or 30. Would be weird really.

Happy news came from afar yesterday! A baby. Not just any old baby. A gift. An adoption. When I hear of a baby, it makes me feel good and happy. When I hear of an adopted baby, it is exhilarating and awesome. It makes my eyes get watery. Once you've been through a paperwork pregnancy (or two), you're now part of a 'club'. Of those that waited in faith. In anticipation. In complete gut-wrenching worry. And when it actually happens, you are so happy your feet feel like they're on the moon. Every day you wake up it feels like your birthday again. Really. Very fortunate parents! That's how I view adoptions. Yes, the baby is fortunate, but the parents are moreso. Lucky doesn't work to describe it. It isn't luck...

And then there's news of another someone that went far, far away from home and kindred to go and help others. I love the technology we have so we can see and follow in the journey. It warms the heart...

Speaking of warm, I drug the thermometer to see what the temp was in the living room. Eighty degrees! Wow... I love the stove. But I've said it before. I love the silence of the furnace not running either.

Can I toot my horn? The Chairman said I should say it... but you know me, shy, humble, meek... can hardly do it. Oh sure I can. He said... now get this! That the stacking job on the wood was 'like a professional did it!!!!'. Whoot! Toot! Ok. I tooted the horn.

Back to more serious stuff... I do think there is a bit of a NY's resolution I want to try to adhere to. If you don't have anything good to say about someone, don't say it. I'm gonna try hard on that. There are some that live that way and they are refreshing to be around.

Mundaneness calls. So without further ado... I do.