Threshold

Yesterday I spent most of the afternoon/evening putting finishing touches on the subsequent projects that come from re-doing floors (shoe molding, thresholds, etc) and it is such a gift to see projects at their completion (and having an excuse to use a compound miter saw is pretty sweet). It was a beautiful day for it too.
Then I came back to the house where I am housesitting and baked a pecan pie. Last year was the debacle of the wiener dog jumping in my pumpkin pie and thus this year I've guarded my creation closely. I even tried my hand at making my own crust and it looks good at least. I'll find out later how it tastes...
After cleaning up the pie mess I took a long bath in a clawfoot tub. I love super hot water that makes cuts and sore muscles sting a little bit but in those stings lies the relief. I dried off and sat by the fire I built in the woodstove and scratched the bellies of two warm, full, sleepy dogs and drank tea.
Truly, there is much for which I am thankful.
I love my family. I love my friends. I love much, but nights like this are so enjoyable and full and quiet that I wouldn't have wanted it differently even if offered an option.