random thoughts – Day 2,070 (Sunday) – little delights

Sunday morning
sun patterns.

The morning sun comes through the textured glass window panel at the top of the front door and casts shapes and patterns on the wall. I love it every time I see it. It’s a simple joy, on the list of little delights with seeing the turkeys, neighborhood cats, crows, and other critters in the yard. 

This morning Kiki sat on a windowsill in the bay window, tail flicking, whiskers twitching, intently observing the crows walking on the front lawn. I sat on the couch, coffee in hand, watching her watching them and feeling thankful that the cold symptoms of recent days are now gone.

After dance class, there was a visit to my sister's to spend time with family. We sat around the dining table catching up, trading stories, sharing photos and videos on our phones, and eating crackers and dips. It was simple, but it was also everything.

Pasta, veggies, and
tomato pesto.

Later in the day, there was the simple satisfaction of a quickly assembled supper that tasted amazing. It took only about 30 minutes from chopping board to bowl, with vegetables sauteed in olive oil and butter, mixed with rotini and tossed with a jar of sundried tomato pesto mixed with half-and-half for a creamier sauce. A sprinkle of grated Italian blend cheese and black pepper finished it off. It was so quick and tasty. Or maybe it was extra tasty because it was nearly 4:00 and I hadn’t eaten anything all day except for some crackers and dip after dance. Tomorrow’s leftovers for lunch will refute or confirm today’s level of taste satisfaction.

The kitchen skylight has a delightful bonus feature. In addition to providing wonderful natural light (from the sky!), it also serves as a precipitation detection system. Many times, my first clue that it is raining is the sound on the skylight. It’s fun. Tonight, the skylight had a sharper, crispier tone than recent nights. It took a while to penetrate the background noises of the washer, dryer, and furnace, but once I was aware of the added instrumentation to the household symphony, I stepped into the kitchen and looked up. Ice crystals bounced and gathered on the surface of the domed skylight. Out front and under cover of darkness, frozen rain covered the hedges and assaulted the lawn.

The bed is made with freshly laundered sheets, and clean pajamas await. It is nice to be inside for the night, warm and dry with calm sinuses and a happy belly. The small things can really be the big things.