S’mores and some things I love

Last night we continued in our efforts to seize the summer by roasting marshmallows on the grill and making s’mores. Mike went camping a few months ago, and it was the first time he’d ever had s’mores (pause just a second and let that sink in . . . I am still not sure I quite comprehend it myself) and he had been wanting to try again. Picture it: the two of us standing on our back porch with marshmallows on fondue forks, roasting them over the side burner. That’s a nice mental image, isn’t it? hehe. I did a respectable job of showing him how to perfectly toast a marshmallow, but I get the feeling we need a little more practice. hehe.

We got a new entertainment center this week, and were therefore able to move the television out of our bedroom and back downstairs. We have celebrated this by watching The Incredibles (am I going to be hung up by my thumbs if I admit that it was just okay? I didn’t love it. I thought it was a little long, and by the time we got to the fun family superhero stuff, there were only like 30 minutes left. I would rather have had the family stuff sooner, and just had one visit to the island, instead of having Mr. Incredible go twice. I wanted to like it more than I did. Of course, I’m not really a big superhero kind of girl) and two more episodes of Gilmore Girls. We hadn’t watched any since the day we came back from vacation, which was seven weeks ago. Season 3 was supposed to get us through until September, but we may have taken those instructions a little too seriously. Anyway, just sitting in my living room watching DVDs was more wonderful than I can say. It’s the little things.

I read a poem a few days ago called Things I Didn’t Know I Loved. I have been thinking about it this week as our lives resumed normalcy at home. Here are a few things I didn’t know I loved: home makeover edition (with apologies to Nazim Hikmet).

I didn’t know I loved walking barefoot around the house without fear of stabbing myself in the foot. I didn’t know I loved taking off my shoes after work during the summertime and driving home barefoot, walking in the front door with my bag over one arm and my shoes dangling from one hand. I didn’t know I loved the feeling of carpet under my toes. I didn’t know I loved throwing the laundry in the hall when I am sorting the piles. I didn’t know I loved having my home be a welcoming place. I didn’t know I loved sweeping the kitchen floor. I didn’t know I loved having more than one or two rooms to relax in. I didn’t know I loved using the hall bathroom when I’m in a hurry. I didn’t know I loved the sound of silence when I’m walking down the stairs (yay for carpeted stairs!).

I didn’t know just being able to take off my shoes was such a big exciting deal. Welcome to my life.

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