errant aerobies and an industrious morning

This morning I couldn't sleep in past 8:00. The blankets and fubman were perfectly arranged around me as to afford perfect softness - structure ratio...but my body was awake, and wouldn't succumb to the charms. After our morning meditation (which we usually do first thing as soon as we wake up) I seized an industrious impulse and started picking up the room. Shawn caught on right away and started doing the dishes. We bustled pleasantly together, and soon the coffee pot was puffing away in a shiny kitchen, and I made breakfast: scrambled eggs consisting of sautéed onions - with fresh tomato and crushed organic garlic (from a farm outside Ukee)...sprinkled with freshly ground smoked cyprus sea salt (a delicacy me and Shawn stumbled upon! sooo good!). I also fried up some bacon, and we made little breakfast wraps with the scrambled eggs, bacon, avacado, mayo, some organic Ukee farm greens...and cheddar. SO GOOD!! I love a good breakfast.

Now what. I'm not working anymore. My job is done for the season. This morning as I was tidying the living room, my eye caught on an old painting I've been doing over. It used to be two large black women (although the taller one EVERYONE thought was a man...and I can see why, except for the fact that I put an exorbitant bum on her...a very unmanly bum, but whatever) standing in front of a river with one of them holding a basket of fish on her head. I've gotten rid of womanly-figured man, and the other woman is now striking a very dynamic pose, as if she is dancing (and in my head, I see her dancing around a fire). Hmm. Maybe I'll work on it today.

Yesterday Shawn and I went to the golf course and threw our aerobie around. Only, luck was not on our side. Haha, poor fubman. Forcing his way, disgruntled and with sticks and leaves in his hair, out of a seemingly un-passable bush of salmon berry in order to retrieve an errant aerobie. And then having to climb the super prickly ponderosa pine almost all the way to the top...we soon left after that.

Him and Darren are outside as I type on our tiny patio fibreglassing their boards. I am making some spearmint iced tea (from Shawn's mom's garden).

All of a sudden I have so much free time.