Every blessing

Some days are just so... oh, gosh, I suppose 'wonderful' will have to do.

Last Sunday (28th August) was one of them. The day got off to a great start when I played piano at the 8am service at church. All the music I'd picked fitted in so well, and people really sang. And when it was over, I walked outside to see a sky that was the most breathtakingly intense and rich blue I could imagine.

On the way home I bought the ideal stand for my indoor plants. I'm still marvelling at how perfect my big blue pot looks standing next to earthen-orange curtains on a white stand.

It was the warmest day in months - about 20 degrees C. I didn't have to have the heater on at all. I opened up the sliding door and sat in the sun streaming into my lounge room, listening to Tori Amos live in Chicago and eating home-made nut loaf for morning tea.

My washing actually dried in the sun, in only a couple of hours. All winter I've been struggling because there's a tree that was planted too close to the washing line.

I did some other cleaning up without feeling rushed or hurried. In the afternoon I felt I had time to watch an episode of The West Wing.

Before that I got a phone call from Dad which led to meeting him at the furniture shop, where he bought me a bookcase.

And late at night I opened the bottle of port I had got way back on my 30th birthday.

Pretty near on perfect. The only thing I could improve on is if the nut loaf had been replaced, no supplemented, by 2-day old black forest cake. That was Friday night, while listening to Doughnut Song live in Los Angeles. My God, the only thing better than fresh black forest cake is one that's been left sitting around for a couple of days!