by the tips of my fingers

If I were to sum up this weekend, it would be with the word "domestic."

On Satuday I did the grocery shopping (much easier to do then than on Sunday afternoon). I did the laundry. I ironed Jack's shirts. I ironed my pants. I cleaned our condo. I baked chicken and cookies. I assembled all of my high protein/low carb lunches.

I read. I worked on a new Sunday School series on atonement theology.

I sewed. Quilted even.

I stayed close to home.

It's not because Jack expects me to do these things. I'm unsure how many would get done if I don't do them, but that's a game of chicken I don't want to get involved with. It's nice to have things clean and in order and cooked. It's nice to not feel the need to go out and do things. It's not a weekend I want every week, but it was the one I needed this weekend. The first weekend of Lent. The weekend that should really slow up down.

So all my picture of this week are reflective of that. They are goals and dreams and memories. And they are all within reach of my fingertips.

My Lenten Reading

The Quilt. I'm 60% finished with the quilting part.

Juxtaposition on the counter. Tagine from North Africa and Bamboo plant. I love the colors together

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