Dancing Alone

When our children are grown, I’m having my paints out all the time. Messy, huge messes—half-completed unuser-friendly canvases skewed about near the largest windows in the house. Curtis is so tolerant of me. I think I would be painting right now if it weren’t so much work. Everyone’s asleep; something that will claim me soon. And therefore I won’t get it all out, for then I will have to put it all away—stealing away time that belongs to the company of my bed—horizontal, unconscious dates with my hubby man. And besides, last time I painted at that painting group, the dude said I needed some other products to successfully care for my brushes. Silly I am listening. I’ve been using oils for years without them. And since I can’t remember what the products are, I’ve retired the brushes from use. Won’t it be strange when I’m not so tired anymore? I wonder what I will do with my energy? Hopefully be something of a wonder resembling at least somewhat my heroine and older sister Cathy.

Cathy has all the energy in the world to organize her time, cupboards, closets, drawers, kids’ schedules/classes, her callings and every other responsibility including a clean house! How is this possible? My other sister and I pondered this anomaly the other day and threw out possible causes. Chris said it must be due to her very supportive husband who works minimally with a great income (is a dentist). He comes from a large family and knows how to manage one well.

I think that there may be many factors that contribute to such beautiful living but no doubt in my mind there must be God’s influence there. No one could do so much, be so calm, enjoy every silly minute, have time to read their phone manual and understand it, lovingly raise 8 children under the age of 13 without God’s power making that possible. Although she keeps her verbal testimony a secret (much to my surprise to find in my very own heroine), it is apparent that she has a firm understanding of God’s plan and what that means in her daily life.

Over the Valley by Pink Martini is cranked. Such a great band. Absolutely Fantastic. When I clicked on Audio on their website, http://pinkmartini.com/home/, I had to get up and dance, all alone, right next to my computer. My office corner suddenly became dimly lit and ornate--as my swinging torsoe dragged my toe along my carpet, it became a wood floor with deep chocolate tones, a hand carved fir. Then, during Amado Mio, spotlights of red and green appeared to accentuate my jerky head whips and purposeful torsoe movements!