The Bees Knees

I have been in a mind funk about my blog lately. It's been almost a week and half since the virus called Antivirus 2009 attacked our computer disabling our Internet along with a slew of other important software items- one of which especially bothers me is my disability {if you will} to upload pictures through our camera's Zoom Browser. I also haven't been able to listen to audio although I can view video but not through our Media Center- {which acts as a DVR for us}. That currently won't come up at all. And we all know that watching video without sound is just not the same. I am most definitely grateful to have ears that can hear and eyes that can see! Thank goodness my inability to hear things online is just a temporary nuisance and not an everyday handicap.

I wouldn't think that these things would particularly bother me ordinarily until I lost the ability to choose for myself to listen or not to listen to a video news clip. To record or not to record a television show to watch later so that we could spend more time as a family in the evening. To post or not to post a picture that brought a smile to my face. It is frustrating to say the least.

Yesterday's post would have been about the lovely warm weather we experienced here and the surprise house warming package I got from my Uncle Bruce and Aunt Chris. Imagine if you will {sorry no pictures- this is an imagination-only kind of post} opening up a medium-ish box and smelling the delicate undertones of sunshine, flowers and honey spilling out over the corners of the box and into the afternoon breeze. Inside were softly fragranced bars of soap made from honey, candlesticks made from busy bees, and a full jar of amber liquid gold {or honey if that's what you want to call it!}.

This called for a celebration. To the grocery store I went and in the cart the fixings for a majestic feast. Rosemary bread, a vegetable mix of sweet corn, baby carrots and bright green asparagus, flat iron steaks and golden potatoes to boil and mash with roasted garlic. Also, eight large granny smith apples which begged me to be made into a pie; which I did. The steaks completed, I topped them with a red wine reduction sauce and served them up with slices of warm rosemary bread and creamy mashed and roasted garlic potatoes. The vegetables rounded out the plate nicely and at the end was the grand surprise.

As Peyton and Troy sat in the flickering light of our new candlesticks, I took from my hiding spot the beautiful pie that had emerged only hours before from the oven smelling heavenly and delicious. We paired it with vanilla bean ice cream and sat back in our chairs full from the resplendent remnants of the meal before us. I washed up with a new bar of honey soap and dreamed of toast with honey drizzled on it for my morning breakfast. It was a good day.

Today, although not equally as delectable, was just as fair. I spent the morning at the temple with one thought on my mind:

Patience.

Give me patience.

I am trying to do better but patience is not a strong point for me. I wish I could say I was one of those people that let things roll off of their shoulders but I'm not. I'm a worrier and a realist {hard to see the forest for the trees}. I'm not one for making New Years Resolutions, but if I were, my goal would be to slow down and breathe. Take it slow and enjoy the moment. Don't get overworked so easily.

I'm trying.

Eventually I'll get there!

Opening the doors after my session, I was rewarded with robin's egg blue skies and deliciously balmy weather. The ladies from my church invited me to tag along for lunch so off I went to pick up Peyton and get to know the women in my ward who smile at me on Sunday's with kindness and curiosity and who speak my name slowly as though making sure as they say it that it's correct. We returned home, spirits uplifted, tummies full and Peyton took a cat nap as little wisp's of clouds blew through the heavens.

We took a drive when he woke and lingered over books in the library and selected three to entertain us in the quiet evenings and afternoons when the television is silent. Driving home, we put the sun roof up and let the sun wash over our faces and the wind play in our hair and on a whim we stopped at the park near our house to swing on the swings and take turns tumbling down the slide. Even today was a fine day.

I hope yours was too.