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Yesterday, I had a perfect morning. Sometimes we get just a few hours of what seems like perfection, and more often, just a moment. I’m grateful for any, because they seem rare. And to realize them, even more rare.
I was lucky enough to make one cup of very good coffee, and took it and a leftover scone and Charlie (our terrier) out to my studio. I opened the shades, and we sat on the window seat and I drank coffee and read the latest Pastel Journal. Then I painted for several hours and was happy with my progress. I listened to the Moody Blues and John Fogerty and Linda Ronstadt, and during breaks from painting, Charlie and I danced. (well, actually, he bit my feet while I danced).
About 12:30, I came back inside and worked on paperwork for business. And I didn’t feel guilty at all. What a great day.
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4 responses so far ↓
1 Joanna // Sep 7, 2009 at 3:03 pm
That does sound like a very good day!
2 Karen Hargett // Sep 8, 2009 at 8:50 am
We can’t ask for more can we? Sounds like the perfect morning for sure – I hope you have many more of them soon.
3 leslie // Sep 11, 2009 at 2:43 pm
That sounds divine!
4 Jo Castillo // Sep 14, 2009 at 10:35 am
As Leslie says, devine!
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