Well, folks, today was my first day back after Easter Break. I felt great at work - walked all over, talked to people, sorta moved some stuff - really got some stuff done. So . . .
By four o'clock as I was rolling into the carport, my body had decided that enough was enough. I went in, talked to Brent for a few, and then took a nap. An hour nap during which I did not move after falling dead asleep. An hour nap which was the most blessed thing I have had over the past three days.
Do you remember taking naps as a child? I remember summers at my Grandmama's house where we ate lunch right at twelve - while my grandfather listened to the livestock report on Channel 9. Right after lunch, we washed the dishes, and then we went to bed - no questions asked.
My Grandmama had a chenille bedspread on her back bed, with the chenille making a pattern that always made me think of a garden - like the English gardens you see in pictures and such. I would trace my finger around the design until I fell asleep. That's why one of my most favorite possessions from my Grandmama's house is a chenille bedspread with that kind of pattern in it. I doubt that it is the same one, I remember there being pinks and greens in the pattern, and the spread I have is actually all white, but it doesn't matter. It reminds me. And that's enough.
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