It’s nearly the end of February, a time of year Henry and I begin to long for warm weather. He starts itching to get out his boat and fishing rod and I’m knee deep in seed catalogs and drooling over all those fabulous gardening boards on Pinterest.
We had hoped to take a trip down to the coast (B.C.’s west coast), lounge around in our favourite Bed and Breakfast, visit with my sisters, and go on a few adventures but . . . truck repairs, dentist visits and new glasses have put that out of reach for the time being.
What to do, what to do . . .
Normally I would plan a lovely ‘Staycation’ at home that would include adventures here at home, working on a big project or lots of learning about some new project I’m hoping to do.
But this year???
This year I’m tired. There’s been lots going on for months and, although my post shingles pain is mostly under control these days, I feel rather worn out.
I have something totally different planned for this ‘staycation’ This year it’s going to be all about resting and relaxing. Poor Henry’s still going to have to go to work, so all his relaxing and resting will happen in the evenings. (not to worry though, he had a lovely golf holiday last fall)
Me???
I’m going to be madly getting stuff ready for the ultimate ‘at home’ retreat week. I’m cleaning and fluffing and staging lovely vignettes around the house. I’m going to bake all my favourite cookies, squares and cakes and pop them in the freezer so I’ll (okay, we’ll . . . I might share a few things . . .) have tasty treats all week with out any effort from me. Some of those cookies won’t even see the inside of an oven. They’ll just be yummy dough. If I’m really, really smart I’ll put together a few things to make quick meals next week but, and I hate to say it, I’m pretty sure there will just be a whole lot of ‘Help Yourself’ suppers instead.
There will be piles of books beside the bed, movie marathons and . . . I may not even change out of my pj’s!
I do have a few things booked that will get me dressed and out of the house, so I won’t be a total hermit. For the most part though, I’m going to pretend I live in Regency England and not ‘At Home’ when people come to call. Or in this day and age, email, Facebook and text . . . ;D
Sigh, I can’t wait. But now I’m off to wash the sheets and scrub the bathroom. There’s nothing cozier than a bed with crisp, freshly washed bedding that’s piled high with pillows and extra blankets. Add in a sparkling bathroom complete with fluffy towels and fresh flowers???
Bliss.
See you all in March!
