The Little House on the Left

I was well received.

I don't know where to start!

Law - let me back up.

Blogger is acting up a bit, and my last post - the Strawberry Pecan Bread is gone - where I shared that I planned on stopping at the 'Your Garden Almost Made Me Wreck' house.

My day certainly didn't go as planned.

I got up and did my weight training routine, and then instead of going straight into my cardio, I deemed it necessary to find the source of the odor in the kitchen that I'd smelled for the last 28 hours.

I tore things apart, and scrubbed with a brush and Pinesol.

It smelled like a rotten potato - I think the garbage bag leaked into the can, that's all I can figure.

Freshness restored.

Then I got a little company -

Then - it was noon.

High noon - and I still had 90 minutes of kick your butt cardio to do.

I thought of SO many reasons I shouldn't do it -

I was PMSY.

It was getting late and I needed to pick up the ManChild at 3.

And last but not least - the room upstairs has no A/C and it was nearing 100 degrees outside.

Mmmhmmm.

But up I trodded and grumbled.

It was an oven up there, and I started....and then - I took my shirt off - and then, you guessed it - my drawers.

Then my bra, etc.

Then, I was only wearing the heart rate monitor.

Selah.

35 minutes into my workout I was nude, and breathlessly belting this little ditty.

                                    I'm a bit obsessed with Shirley Bassey at the moment.

For a split second - I feared that I would get company again, and have someone just walk in - which I don't mind - and say to themselves 'Oh, it sounds like she's upstairs'.

Mercy - what a sight that would have been.

But - I did it girls.  I did it.

How good it felt that I honored myself in the doing.

A quick clean up and off to get Aaron.

When I told him what we were about to do - he was so excited.

It was perfect, cause they were out sitting on their front porch.

Providence.

I began my introduction with

"I hope you don't think I'm crazy", as I handed her the loaf of strawberry bread, a dozen eggs and a card where I expressed my delight and gratitude of her hard work in the yard.

This is where I'm going to stumble over words.

It was beautiful.

She was beautiful.

We sat, had tea - talked and talked - it felt like heaven.

Aaron was beaming the whole time.

The spirit about her home made you feel like time stopped and there wasn't a hurry or care in the world.  She gave us the house tour. 

Aaron took all the pictures for me - so I never really had a chance to take what I 'saw' - but I'm sure I'll be back.

We exchanged phone numbers and I'm not sure how to say this - but I need to know her.

I need some of her in my life.

Her name is Bonnie.

It felt like we were two 12 year old girls.

Don't you love Aaron's little photo edits?

He absolutely loved our visit - and I hoped that in some way I taught him something - to express gratitude - to pause and actually act on a thought - to find the beauty in the everyday.

I want to say a few things about this picture - just some observations.

Where have my breasts gone?

My ears stick out since I've lost weight.

How women can look pretty, with smooth hair, makeup, and accessorized jewelry is such a mystery to me.  It eludes me.  I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that I shall never be one of them. 

I seem to think as long as I'm not in a state of indecent exposure, I'm fine.

Consider the lilies of the field, baby.

We spent over an hour with Bonnie and Bill.

Here I set out to bless someone -

and I received the biggest blessing of all.