Wednesday, 10 August 2011
A day off...
I took a day off yesterday.
There were piles and baskets and more piles of washing to be sorted, folded and ironed. And enough work at my desk to last me a week.
But nothing is that urgent.
So I decided to just have day off.
I dropped the kids off at school and kindy, quite happily.
And then I was free.
I stopped at the bakery.
And then dropped in on a friend, for coffee.
She is a warm and wise soul who I can chat to for hours. I find comfort in her kitchen, in her home, in her presence.
She worked a little, I pottered around the internet, on her blog and mine.
She cooked and chatted over her shoulder as I edited some photos and played around with words.
We laughed and shared.
We compare notes over the subjects of children, husbands, the future, the past. Family, practicalities, renovations and dreams. Local and school chit chat combined with a lighthearted banter of how we could rule the world if only we had time...
She has a crackle of energy about her, my friend. A spark. Industrious always, taking her world on with open arms and a wink. A woman with plans all ripe for fruition. An optimism born through determination and hope.
A coffee turned into the way I spent my whole day off. Such a glorious and abundant use of time!
I came home eventually to the same piles of washing and the same work at my desk. It all waited for me.
But I can tackle all that today richer in spirit and energy at having shared the day with a friend.
Do you take days off, ever? Can you?
What would you do with your truant time?