At home, we have our routines. This week they are someone else's routines--the patterns of a busy household with two working parents, both of whom traveled this week, and three busy children.
Last night I realized I had not made a daily list for a week--since I left home. I always make lists of what I need to do around the house or the appointments I have or even what I hope to accomplish. I am lost when I lose my little notebook. But not this week!
I also realized that I had not reflected as to whether I had done anything for anyone else each day. Not a big deal, but an awareness of why we are here on earth! This week I have hardly given a thought to anyone except being Grandma to three little ones.
I just brought Jim to the airport; I head for home tomorrow. We pick up Ruth for lunch in a few minutes. Meanwhile I have a lovely spot to sit on Laura's back porch looking at a crepe myrtle in bloom. Today I see bumblebees in its branches; last night it was fireflies. It's an opportunity to blog--another routine that has been left for a while.