A Healer’s Geste

~pretty, happy, funny, real~

I’m joining in on the “pretty, happy, funny, real” link-up at Like Mother, Like Daughter. The tagline is “capturing the context of contentment in everyday life.” I thought it’d be a more fun way to do the life catch-up post than my rambling Monday posts.

Pretty

Order restored is pretty. At the start of last week, this room — formerly a bathroom, turned a dark room, turned a storage room — was just a place where things were tossed at random. I turned it into our gift closet and established order last week, and it makes me happy whenever I peek in.

Happy

Matt did most of the work, but we turned the garden from a wasteland of five-foot weeds into a blank slate. Whew! The patch on the left is the strawberries. On the right by the fence I transplanted some strawberries to start another patch. We think we’ve solved the path dilemma: In this large area, we’ll have 4 4×4 planting areas, with 5-foot paths of grass all around so that Matt can just mow around the garden weekly and keep it under control. Then my weeding time can be concentrated on the planted areas rather than on keeping walkways clear. We have another patch of dirt on the other side of the strawberries that we’ll recruit, also, and have a 3×30 strip for planting.

In the area I roughly marked out in the front, there, I started a fall round of lettuce. I hope they have enough time to mature.

Funny

We needed a new table for our breakfast room, and Matt determined to make one — a hexagon one. Because he likes hexagons. Now, it is in and we are doing school around it instead of at the bar (yay!). Obviously, the children pointed out, we can no longer have Circle Time. We now have Hexagon Time.

Real

This little 18-month-old charmer has been waking up ready to begin his day at 2 or 3 am for a week. Not ok. However, he’s been taking a 2 1/2 hour nap in the afternoon. So, I experimented and woke him up after 1 hour in the afternoon. Sure enough, he slept soundly that night. Of course, he was also a little crank pot for an hour after I woke him up. Still, I suppose it’s worth it for a solid night’s sleep. I now only have him down 1 hour in the afternoon and I must bring myself to wake a sleeping child. Ah, the trade-offs life brings.