23 May life is good
We sipped cold beers from the bottle and popped fat, organic blueberries into our mouths like candy. The clean, smoky smell of grilled free-range chicken and roasted fingerling potatoes wafted through our neighbors’ backyard. The kids were in the grass, gathering the grapefruit and oranges we’d just picked from their tree.
Someone mentioned the Rapture. What if you knew it was going to happen? How would you spend your last day on earth? Would you see the world? Stay close to home and pray? Does travel time count against your last 24 hours? Who would you want with you?
I thought back to this past week and realized I wouldn’t do a thing differently. Not every week is so lovely, but during the past seven days I savored my time with my kids and my husband. I also jetted off to surprise one of my best friends who is recovering from major surgery–spending fewer than 24 hours with her, yet hours packed with rest, laughter and sweet conversation.
The desert wooed me this week with a few rare, mild days. I walked to the local coffee shop with new friends and our babies and sipped lattes on the patio. The last of the ripe citrus hung low on trees, begging to be plucked before the heat settles in.
We took the kids to the zoo for a birthday party and stayed long enough to wave to the zebras and ride the carousel. We napped and cooked and danced and laughed and made big messes every day. We didn’t always clean them up.
I felt ill Saturday night and Kris took care of the kids while I curled up and finished a book I’d been reading. It was a welcome retreat.
Then we closed the weekend with a casual, fun dinner with new friends. It felt easy, like the years-old friendships I’ve missed so much since we moved.
We’re rounding the corner on our first year in the desert, and so much of that year has been challenging. And, with the weatherman predicting a high of 105 on Friday, it would be easy to brace myself for more suffocating heat, more isolation, more challenges this summer. But I don’t think that will be the case at all. I predict we’ll be bobbing around our pool with new friends and exploring museums and escaping to the mountains. And I’ve begun my list of projects to complete inside the house, under the cool blanket of air conditioning.
Hopefully we’ll have a few more precious evenings of grilling out with friends and sipping fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice on the patio in the mornings.
I think I kind of like it here.