The house is still. The only thing I hear is the clickling of my fingers on this laptop. . . and the air conditioner, which doesn't really need to be on since the weather is so nice.
I was really looking forward to some days of solitude, with just me, myself, and I, and Shiloh-pup. WELL, TIME'S UP! They can come back now. I know it hasn't even been 24 hours for them to be gone - but, I'm ready for their return now!
Really. . . I was ready for some alone time. . . watching tv, having some popcorn, journaling - just totally relaxing with no one needing anything from me, or by me, or with me, or around me, or any other preposition. And though I AM enjoying myself right now, I do miss the most important men in my life . . . and am appreciating them more than if they had not left for Timbuktu, uh, Indonesia.
I'm happy for them, though. And I canNOT wait to find out how their trip is going. If you missed what they're doing - it's kind of a mission trip type thing to the '04 tsunami area - to see how the relief projects are going . . . and to take photos and videos of the progress. There are, I think, 8 or 10 people on the trip. Sam and Will will meet the others in Singapore tomorrow. Then they'll go to Banda Aceh, in Sumatra, Indonesia to 'do their thing'. The leader of the group is retired Baptist missionary - and vice president of what used to be called the Foreign Mission Board of the Southern Baptist Convention - Bill O'Brien. He's been overseeing the projects, and I think it's an interdenominational, not just Baptist, endeavor. (That's the first time today I've used the word 'endeavor'. It felt good.)
On a completely different note, I'm no longer playing the electric keyboard at Lonestar Antique Mall Tea Room. . . I am now playing a grand piano!!! Long story short (which is a challenge for me): it was for sale in a booth in the mall-- and well, now the tea room owns it - and I'm the lucky 'player'. I had it tuned Friday and it's debut was yesterday (Saturday). I loved playing it. I'm going to have to wear dressier clothes, though. I mean, it IS a grand piano.
Oh that 'note', I better go. Bailey, I look forward to us consoling each other Wednesday night.
P. S. If you're a hooligan reading this . . . and think I'm a vulnerable lady alone in a big house - just waiting to be robbed --- well, you don't know me and my weapons- or my dog!! Gee, I'm glad I didn't let Animal Control keep Shiloh! Whew! That was close!