Day of Rest

Today is a day of rest for me. We’re part of a progressive dinner party this Saturday evening, so I should probably be cleaning the house. But all I can muster the energy for is reading! So, I’m giving myself permission to leave the cleaning for later this week. Thankfully, there’s not a lot to do, though you'd never know it from my overactive brain!

For the past thirty minutes, I've been watching the neighbor’s backyard. The house is just behind us, one lot over. A woman—her age hard to pinpoint—and a six-year-old child are playing with a large breed dog. I just watched the woman scoop up dog poop and toss it into another neighbor's yard. That neighbor has a dog too, so I guess they won’t even notice it’s not theirs.

Come summer, the trees will be in full bloom, blocking our view of the house. In twenty days, we’ll celebrate our first year in this home. Today, for the first time, I saw the neighbors out in their backyard. The best part of having a sunroom with big windows on three sides is that I can people-watch while comfortably settled at my desk. It’s quite a perk for a nosy person like me.

And now, this nosy person is going to read.