My washing machine repair man just left. He looked like Gandhi, had a soft, pleasant, peaceful voice. He worked on my machine for under a half hour, fixed the problem, showed me the broken part and left. Not that I want anything more to break and need repair but it was nice to have something fixed so quietly and quickly.
So, now I have laundry to do.
It must be the dampness or the threat of rain or just the fact that it's darn chilly for April 29th. I ache. I feel tired and sleepy. If I didn't have so much to do I would just grab Murphy and curl up with him, under my down comforter and nap.
My back yard is a beautiful green spotted with bright yellow dandelions. It used to be I dug, I sprayed, I sliced off their heads in my efforts to keep them out of my lawn. I find them rather pretty now. I look at my lawn and think how pretty it would be to paint it with those little Monet dots of yellow all over.
I'll do the first mowing of the lawn before they all turn to seed heads. But, for now, I'm just enjoying the beauty of it all.