I just learned that the smaller the bubbles, the finer the champagne. I never knew that and it seems like there is a lesson in it, though I'm not sure I can figure it out right now. Perhaps it is to notice each moment, and package it as tightly as possible. Bubble; Bubble; Bubble, like hot-air balloons floating in a warm blue sky.
I saw the Blue Angels yesterday. I was driving down the freeway and thought, at first, I was seeing six birds, flying in formation, and I suppose in a way I was, but then, I shifted perspective and thought of the human beings navigating inside. Wow!
I saw the movie, the Jane Austen Book Club and loved it. Creative, funny, and romantic.
The painting is now done in all but the bathroom and that has a primary coat which means no showers for a few days, quite a few. Tim returns on Monday to do the basic coat. Meanwhile I am getting things back in order and enjoying doing it, and some things are in piles to discard. It is amazing what a new coat of paint can do. We ready our nest for fall, and another glorious fall day is ours to nestle into and nuzzle and toss like balls in play.