It Started Out as a Drawer
Fridays have been my excursion days. Last week I joined two dear friends, Denise and Sheryl at a small town cafe I frequented for a number of years. It was wonderful to be in that town again and see folks I have known and love. The three of us ordered our favorite breakfast food. None of us had oatmeal. I oredered French (of course) Toast, a magna cum orange juice and two demure sausage patties with maple wannabe syrrup. I had coffee. Sheryl had hot chocolate. Denise had both - alternating first one, and then the other, then back to coffee. The food was good...but it wasn't the food that made the day memorable. The weather was perfect. But it wasn't the weather that made the drive worthwhile. It was the laughter -the pull out all stops, no holds barred, laugh-till-you-snort, rib ripping, eye rolling, rollicking soul rocking joy between good honest friends.
We had chuckled here and there with one-liners and quips from our lives. Then Denise shared about wanting to decorate an upstairs room. It, she confessed, was her junk room -an accumulation of all sorts of dislocated things that could find other home. After a reflective pause, she added, "It started out as a drawer!" All heart broke loose! Laughed so hard I couldn't see. Then I couldn't breathe.
After we all nearly laughed-up breakfast, each of us headed out for the next item on our respective agendas. Denise had cards. Sheryl was heading for groceries at Walmart. I continued down the road to the home of a good friend and her apple orchards. As I drove, I thought about how all of us have a drawer
full of dislocated stuff. We laughed with Denise, because it is so painfully true:t we stash stuff with the promise we'll sort, organize, and someday fulfill that elusive dream of having it all together where it rightfully belongs! My study started out as a drawer. My house started out as a loose-leaf notebook. Little by little, as need demands (or out and out guilt and shame, or injury from tripping on stuff), things find a home, order is attained, and sanity is restored - well, maybe except for the basement!
(study before decorating)
We had chuckled here and there with one-liners and quips from our lives. Then Denise shared about wanting to decorate an upstairs room. It, she confessed, was her junk room -an accumulation of all sorts of dislocated things that could find other home. After a reflective pause, she added, "It started out as a drawer!" All heart broke loose! Laughed so hard I couldn't see. Then I couldn't breathe.
After we all nearly laughed-up breakfast, each of us headed out for the next item on our respective agendas. Denise had cards. Sheryl was heading for groceries at Walmart. I continued down the road to the home of a good friend and her apple orchards. As I drove, I thought about how all of us have a drawer
full of dislocated stuff. We laughed with Denise, because it is so painfully true:t we stash stuff with the promise we'll sort, organize, and someday fulfill that elusive dream of having it all together where it rightfully belongs! My study started out as a drawer. My house started out as a loose-leaf notebook. Little by little, as need demands (or out and out guilt and shame, or injury from tripping on stuff), things find a home, order is attained, and sanity is restored - well, maybe except for the basement!(study before decorating)
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