My Ordinary Life

An Ordinary Day

It’s a quiet day. There’s a few raindrops lingering on windows when we get up, later than usual. Cos it’s Sunday. No church for us this weekend. Our government has allowed our congregation to gather in larger numbers but we’re still not filling our building to capacity so our turn comes around only every couple Sunday’s. It’s nice that way. A morning of total solitude gives a different perspective to Worship. I wouldn’t say we were as stoic and reverent as we are at a church Worship service but sitting with husband in our cozy living room on a grey cool summer Sunday morning we can talk about the songs, spoken words and our feelings as we listen. And it’s kinda nice. 

BTT cooked a late breakfast/brunch for us today -his own concoction of eggs, cheeses, and (surprise ingredient!) pepperoni And then by the time others in the community were gathering around tables for delicious proper Sunday dinners we were on the road to pick up a friend-also-cousin who needed a lift partway to his New Job. An hour of driving later we met Cousin’s parents at Tim Hortons. The nostalgia one can feel about Tim Hortons after months of being apart from it is actually kind of disgusting. I loved the lockdown. But now I also love the freedoms seeping back into our lives little by little. Maybe the saying « absence makes the heart grow fonder » was invented for these everyday luxuries and their occasional lapses from our lives (ie broken appliances, car at the mechanic, out of cheese again, washer used all the hot water, fingerprints on your newly cleaned <insert word,> these sorts of things.)

After another hour of driving home BTT has a feel of our new (for us) MKX so we drop it at the shop to await some hopefully minor repairs and then, since two full hours in the vehicle wasn’t really enough and the weather isn’t pleasant enough for us to spend much time outside we drive around the community checking on local road construction and potholes and to see how the trees are growing and maybe dodge some deer if we’re lucky. 

We spend the evening playing with little brothers and nieces at BTT’s parents’ place. BTT manages to cajole the GPS on his dad’s sprayer to work. I feed and bathe the smallest niece, bathe the brother who can’t bathe himself, share my plate of nachos with whoever wants (becos my identical dish of nachos is def more delish than theirs). Chat. 

And then before going home we take another drive, this time into the mauve sunset. We pick up another brother who has  returned home from a trip via train. He is full of words and stories about his uneventful train ride. We drop him off and finally return home. We silently celebrate the fact that we could hang out all day and BTT’s phone only rang once when a little brother called to see what we were up to. No towing work all day on a Sunday is something to celebrate!  Like I said. A quiet day. An Ordinary Day in my Ordinary Life.