What a Saturday Morning Feels Like

I did something this morning that I haven’t done in a very long time. I sat down in one of the overstuffed Parson chairs, grabbed my red throw to cover my legs and read a few pages from a book that’s laying on my table of books. I believe a writer should be surrounded by books. It’s inspiring to read what other writer’s wish to share and it’s encouraging to know deep in my bones that eventually there will be a book written by yours truly.

I was Marco Poloing with the magical Mrs. M this week and we were joking about the amount of books we live with. She went as far to purchase a rolling cart like you see being used at the public library! I just think that’s the coolest thing ever, but I don’t have a huge amount of books lying around, although you will find a stack in many of the rooms. If they are in a stack, they’re waiting to be read and on a shelf are some of my favorites that I don’t want to lose track of.

I think what I did this morning is considered normal, but I was amused that it felt planned. Yesterday, I published a newsletter for work entitled, ‘Slow Down December’ and thought it best to practice what was gently preached. I heated a chocolate chip scone and laid a slab of butter beside it once heated. Poured a cup of Christmas blend coffee in a retired Starbucks mug and sat them on the table of books. Anyone could find something at this table to suit their reading needs.

It was just getting light outside as I soaked up the stillness and thought…

This is what a Saturday morning feels like.

3 thoughts on “What a Saturday Morning Feels Like

    • Thank you, Len. I love downsizing! It’s difficult in the beginning, but it shows me what adds value to my life and that I don’t really need about half of it. I’m sure the library was extremely grateful over your generosity.

      It’s rare that I buy a book new. The used ones are well loved and give me the sense of others having read it before me. Sometimes there’s a handwritten message on the inside cover as if it was a gift to someone and makes me wonder why they gave up that gift? Good friends are like treasures.

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  1. I’m not sure how I missed this post when it was originally published. To much holiday stuff happening, I guess. I can see you sitting in a comfy chair surrounded by the things you love which, of course, includes books. I the idea of a rolling cart holding my books is exciting. I don’t have room for one, but what a lovely idea. 🤍

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