It is the late in the afternoon on Sunday and I am sitting on my bed. the sun is going down. It is a balmy 10 degrees.  I can not only hear the wind blowing, but can feel it as it shakes the building I live in.  I looked over my shoulder because I heard this cute little snore.  Phoebe sleeping next to me can be very calming.

It is simple for her.  All she wants is to be loved.  On occasion a good belly rub makes her happy.  Or even a scratch behind her ears will make her purr.  Throughout my apartment there are low hanging window sills.  For most of the year when it is warm enough to leave the windows open, she will run from room to room, window to window and chace the birds or the random squirrel.

Sitting on top of the bookcase along the wall are the ornamental chopsticks my father bright back from China from his last visit and gave to me for my birthday. Next to them is the pink silk scarf and the oriental fans that came with that birthday. Daddy was good at giving presents that I loved. I have a giant collection of unique one of a kind Boyd’s Bears sitting on shelves all around the room.

I’ve just now been able to sit and start relaxing for the rest of the day, not in any hurry to go anywhere.  I have agenda that needs to be taken care of. It is just a beautiful, lazy evening.  Looking at these things around my room just reminds me of when I was a kid.  No cares to speak of except what to wear to school the next day (though now it is what to wear to work).

My life for the most part is always on the move.  Working all the time during the week is standard.  Personal errands, like grocery shopping and laundry are what weekends consist of.  Nights like these are what I long for.  They are what I crave.  Nights like this are required to keep my sanity.  I would love to wake up on a Sunday morning and find I have nothing to do.  Just like when I was a kid, when things were simpler.