Perhaps my last blog title was a smidge misleading. Lest anyone think I'm a fisherman (which I do enjoy, but grabbing the squirmy fish on the end of a hook ALWAYS makes me squeal like a girl), I did not 'fish' this past week. I was using the phrase 'gone fishing' metaphorically. I checked out, took a break, took vacation and enjoyed the gorgeous weather. But alas, the only fish to be had were some tilapia from the freezer.
I painted, cooked, and blissfully watched HGTV during the DAY! I cant tell you how excited I was about that. I also sewed a little, which turned out to be one gigantic disaster and I was reminded, yet again, why the sewing machine usually stays hidden in the spare closet.
I tackled a project that's been a year in the making and reorganized some shelves. It was heaven really, just being at home during the day, hearing lawn mowers and birds through open windows.
But now...back to reality. It's not so bad really. As I sit here typing I'm happy knowing my house is finally clean, the laundry done and projects completed. OK, almost clean and almost completed. Either way, I'm savoring the moment. This is a VERY rare occasion.