This past Saturday was one of those perfect days. A day where you are just productive enough to feel a sense of accomplishment and just lazy enough to feel completely relaxed. The only way it could have been better was if Colby were here, but frankly, if his presence were required to make me happy, I'd be pretty miserable 95% of the time.
I started the day by sleeping until the sunshine streaming through the windows wouldn't let me sleep anymore, then began my day with an appointment with Jillian Michaels. Once she'd kicked my flabby butt for about an hour, I got dressed, spent some time organizing the office, did a little homework and a little writing and then decided that the rest of the day was far too beautiful to be spent sitting inside. So I set up camp on a lounge chair in the backyard with my dogs, my book and Words With Friends.
Can I just tell you? I absolutely adore my house. In all of the stress of house hunting, our biggest concern was that we wouldn't find a house we loved as much as our Washington house. We even joked about how nice it would be if we could just put our old house on a trailer and drive it east. Obviously, that wasn't an ACTUAL possibility, but oh, how glad I am that we did not do that.
I set up my chair facing the house, the better to sun myself, and at times I'd find myself just gazing around the backyard with goo-goo eyes. The Bradford Pear is in full bloom, if you squint and look in exactly the right direction it looks like we have a completed picket fence, they hydrangeas are sprouting leaves, there was just enough of a breeze to ripple the pond and cormorants were swimming back and forth in search of lunch. I've envisioned the ideal location for a patio off the screened porch, thought about the perfect patio furniture and am dreaming of a long Southern summer, just like the ones I used to know, spent out in the yard.
Yes, it's a small dream, but our old backyard was so tiny that every time I went outside, it felt as though seven neighbors were all staring down at me, observing my every movement. Now we only have one neighbor, our yard is about five times the size of our old one and if I dare to wear my swimsuit to soak up the sun, I won't feel like I'm performing a strip tease for the local gentlemen. I'm in heaven! Although with all of the Jillian I've been doing, at least I could feel like I was putting on a pretty good show.
Anyway, I know how boring it is to hear someone gush about their happiness and rhapsodize about landscaping plans, so I promise to come up with something tragic and/or dramatic in short order, but for now, I'm just going to revel in my perfect Saturday--sunburn and all!