Every Day Monday

We are very much in the midst of a very ordinary Monday. This morning the sheets were changed and washed. Floors and stairs were swept. Appointments for the furnace to be cleaned and an estimate visit for new doors were added to the calendar. The firewood man's answering machine automatically picks up when my number is detected. Voices from the animated movie The Incredibles serenades me in the background. Pirate tippy cups were filled with chocolate milk while grapes and leftover fried potatoes were gobbled down for snack time. I nearly crashed to the floor as I was walking and sneezing and stepped forward onto a matchbox car with my barefoot. Where are my slippers?

Freshness trembles beneath the surface of
everyday, a joy perpetual to all who catch
its opal lights beneath the dust of habit.

-Freya Stark (1942)

I am so very happy with my very ordinary Monday. I wouldn't have it any other way. Well, maybe there is a wish or two I have in mind to add to our very ordinary Monday. But there is nothing that I would change or take away from my beautifully mundane Monday afternoon.

"Let me hold you while I may, for it will not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky, and want more than all the world for your return." -Mary Jean Irion