No earth-shaking ideals here. Nothing to change the course of the world. No pontification, no moralizing. Just the closing of a fine day with the family.
Supper was simple: a pot of redbeans I tended since early, a skillet of cornbread, taco makings, and Spanish rice. Storebought shamrock green-iced sugar cookies, not even homemade as I would usually make.
Just good food and good family. Grandmother's brother and his wife down to work on their home (formerly grandmother's) which they will be moving into soon. Good music accompanying good conversation. The Doors, The Kinks, Canned Heat, Jefferson Airplane, The Everly Brothers, and even "String of Pearls" by The Glenn Miller band thrown into the mix for fun, accompanied us.
We watched the sun go down through the living room doors that exit onto the back porch and saw the various wildflowers swaying in a gentle breeze, all tinted orange, even the clover, from the glorious sunset.
All in all, a simple, lovely day. Even on about two hours of sleep over the last two days for yours truly. Now exhaustion is setting in, and will be going down like the sun in a little bit. To the warmth and comfort of my bed, surrounded by my furry loves.
Who could ask for more?