Tuesday Challenge: When I get home I like….
Sep 21st, 2009 by maat45
This week the theme is: Finish this Sentence – “When I get home, I like to…”
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Depends upon which home. Here...where I live daily...is my haven. Being a lady of leisure (tongue is in cheek so forcefully it's about to poke through and be companion to my nose) I really don't leave home much. Oh, there's the grocery/banking/other errands trips which I've succeeded in reducing to a one day event; there's my Friday lunch day and Wednesdays, when I volunteer at the local hospital's cardiac rehab centre. On any of those days, though, it's pretty much as it was when I worked and away every day. When we had our business(s) in town...and mostly during the summer season...it began with my twenty minute drive. Just to get into that quiet bubble of my car and away from the madding crowds was bliss! Downtime! Most often it was a silent drive except for the hum of rubber on road, fresh air blowing in one window, tunnelling through my ears and out the other window taking brain-fog, weariness, cobwebs somewhere else. Occasionally, pop my favourite Pachelbel's "Canon in D" into the player and gratefully anticipate my arrival home. Still pretty much the same, just not a a daily event. And getting home is an event. Soon as I pull into the driveway I have to keep an eagle eye out for one of the three ferals who wait for dinner. Ginger has a tendency to lie right where I park, Patches is lurking under the butterfly bush and Mama Cat usually on the deck ready to bolt when Iget out the car. She just doesn't bolt far! Four cans of food from the outside storage, emptying each on three different dishes in three different locations close to the deck (Ginger seems to be a very old guy, toothless and can't seem to eat the dry kibble so, since he has already reduced my heart to mush, he gets two cans). Before I even open the door I can hear Henry yelling "MAMA! Hi! Hello! Hellooooo!" then barking along with the dogs. Unlock the front door and I am greeted by four of our indoor cats...and such a welcome! Rubbing arms, legs, doing acrobatics on the floor just in front of my right foot. The dogs are yelping and barking in their own room...which, by the way, has no door but a gate where they can keep an eye on the rest of the household while we are gone. First things first...let the pups out but only after they have jumped, barked, whimpered in excitement (while being rubbed, scrubbed, ) of having one of us home. Each gets a cuddle or two then shepherded to the back door, out to the fenced yard. I have been smiling since I got in my car to head home...I'm going home, my comfort, security, haven. While the dogs are out I get the coffee on and, while brewing, visit all of our birds...chatting, whistling, making sure they need nothing if only a little companionship. Then comes my favourite part of getting home...out of the street clothes and into the caftan; shoes off and barefootin'. It's free-flowing, wonderful on the feet...magical! The door is closed...I'm in and have shut the world out..but, oops! So are the dogs so now I let them in to the haven. Now for the office with mug of freshly brewed coffee in hand. Check the email...there's usually more than I need or care for so I always scan, quickly, for real emails...the newsy ones from family and friends. The first has to be from my sister. Every day I am grateful to and thank technology for computers and that I finally convinced her to get one. We write every day...not always much news but when I see her email I breathe a sigh of relief; when I've read it and know...for sure...all is well with her, my BIL, her Westie...all is well with my world. I haven't seen them in six years, have not been "home" in fifteen years but as long as I know they are well, I get news of "my people, my original home'" the rest of my evening will be contented, comfortable, at ease. KW will soon be home. We will chat and laugh as we prepare the meal, set the table after which we may watch tv, I WILL be reading, we'll have playtime with the four-leggeds...tussling with the dogs and playing dots with the cats. By eleven, I am back in here for alone time. Everyone else settled for the night, the house in calm, peaceful darkness and I write.
Getting home is much more than arriving at a house and yard...home is really where the heart is. Where no matter how the day began, where one goes or what one does, home is a state of being. I've lived in many houses during this life...each one has been "home" for it's not that I'm THERE...it's what I find within me when I even just think of being there.
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What a wonderful way to enter your domain. So many to greet and love, it must be wonderful. I just don’t have the time to do all of that anymore, maybe someday soon.
Here’s your click …………
Love and Blessings,
AngelBaby
I just love the way you wrote your last paragraph. Sweet.
Heres your click.
Now that is so true about home! And boy, it IS the MOST WONDERFUL feeling to be greeted with so much love when you get home. Makes me feel guilty sometimes about having to leave my dog home when we’re all off to school and work…but yes, home is where the heart is!
(Clicks!!)
I liked how you described the chaos of your coming home – to be welcomed home with such excitement and love kinda makes the day!
I felt like I was walking in your house right behind you, Maat, as I read your fun-loving and warm description of your home environment! CLICK!
With such a reception, I can see that getting home must be really exciting for you. Home must be really sweet home, soo much love..Here’s my Click for you.
Angelbaby, sometimes…rarely, I admit…it occurs to me I don’t have time for all of this either! Well..to be honest, I do…it’s just that I don’t have so much time for other things of a more selfish nature
Thanks for coming by! Have a glorious day!
Well, wonderful to see a new face, Inferno! Thank you for coming by and for the kind comment! Welcome!
Liggy, I know how you feel for I hated having to leave our ‘crew’ when we had our businesses. And people laughed when I’d talk about “giving our critters quality time”…lol. But we had to…the guilt can be overwhelming at times and yet…and yet…our pets don’t ever love us any less or offer recriminations. They are always, without fail, so happy to see us on our return, regardless. (Of course, there ARE times when…fifteen minutes later…one or other will do something to remind us “shouldn’t have left us…we love you, great to see you home buuut…..”
Good to see you today, Liggy!
Arca…you said it…CHAOS! Although, while I do often describe it as chaotic I’ve been in homes with less critters that did seem much more…hahahaha! Anyway, it’s how I describe my desk and office…organized chaos. A mess, but it’s MY mess and I love it..and them!
Oh, geez, Ruby…I think were you to come behind me you’d turn and run…hahahaha. We generally advise anyone coming here to rent a chain mail suit to protect the legs from bouncing fur balls (I did say fur balls…not hair balls….)…or…wear a cage.
Glad you are home safe and sound! Your comment is heart-warming…thank you.
AY…where have you been? Haven’t seen you around and thought you had gone to Australia already! Thanks for coming by. You know, I suppose it is something I take for granted…we both take for granted…but we’ve had people stop by home and later tell us they can feel “the love and warmth” soon as they walk in. From the ‘kids’ I mean…that’s good to hear for as long as our critters know they are loved and cherished then we are doing what we intend. Thank you, AY
How cool is that to come home to be greeted by all.
I too liked the last of your post, how true
Clicks for you Nancy!
I love the menagerie! Yes, home is where the heart is and where the heart is seems to be where animals are! I too felt as though I was right behind you, going through the activities of the evening with purpose and love…. it’s a simply beautiful disaster! LOL
Clicks!
–Trina
ROFL! I LOVE it, Trina…”a simple, beautiful disaster”!! That’s it, exactly (and I work very hard at averting a trainwreck when SHE hints at adding more…). As I’ve hinted at before…our crew are a perfect catalyst for determined longevity! (I’ve forgotten what it’s like not to have a houseful..lolol…and I’m curious to see, again, what that’s like…). Aaah. I love my babies……………
Thanks for stopping by and adding such a nice comment!
Yes, Wolf…and whether we have pets, children or not, “home” is wherever we feel at peace, safe, secure, comforted, even if you live alone. When ‘It is well…” within, all is well.
Thank you for your kind words and stopping by!
Hi Nancy!
When I get home I hit the wine first….then …I HIT IT AGAIN…I hit it till I LOVE EVERYONE (even my in laws) and the news seems so far away like it’s happening on another planet. Then i crash out before i can rehash the reality of my day….LOL