We have a rule in our house: no dogs on the couch.
So, why am I vacuuming dog hair off the furniture?
Maximus on the couch, eyes averted. Photo by Debra Hanlon
As you can see in the photo above, Maximus (all 105 pounds of him) feels quite comfortable on the couch and especially enjoys resting his big head on a pillow. This does not look like a “No Dogs on the Couch” house. At all.
Yesterday, John was in the kitchen compiling a mini-grocery list. It was one of those “just the essentials” sort of grocery runs. I munched on the last of the chocolate chips, one of my favorite pasttimes, as we talked about the “musts”: eggs, milk, bread, lettuce, potatoes.
We were in the midst of a “spending control” cycle in which we focused on watching what we spent and where we spent it. We were tightening the belt, pinching pennies, sticking to a budget.
“I’m almost out of chocolate chips,” I said, “but I don’t need more until next week.”
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Need. I said it. Because my chocolate chip pumpkin muffins are a necessity and so is the economy size bag of brown morsels with plenty left to indulge upon.
It’s Monday morning of a cloudy, drizzly November day, yet I feel the lightness of spring. Yes, it’s early and I’m a bit tired. Yes, I have a full week ahead. And yes, like you, I crave the sun and a cloudless sky–
Yet, I feel great.
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As I look around, I see the last yellow and red leaves clinging to branches of trees and bushes. A brilliant final goodbye as fall becomes winter.
The other day I was talking to a friend about a project I’m working on. This project is important to me–it’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. We talked about my progress and then I reluctantly shared the fear that my work wasn’t good enough. Then I waited for her reaction. It was swift and certain.
“Your work isn’t that good,” she said. “This project is beyond you–what were you thinking by taking it on? You should stop now. Just admit you can’t do it.”
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This conversation happened with a friend I’ve known my entire life. She’s my very best friend.
Or is she?
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