what little i do around the house, i much enjoy the feeling of getting things done. standing barefooted by the ironing board in my mom's sewing room, preparing uniform polos and slacks to look decent for school. pressing out wrinkles and avoiding the melting of buttons and pulling fabric. keeping my fingers free of the iron's path. with the help of sj, spaghetti and sausages were fixed for a late lunch. the stove was singing, one pan bubbling with hot water, the other sizzling with browning meat. a handful of noodles slid from their box into the steam covered pan, we both jumped when drops of scaulding water plunged towards us. he threw a towel on the floor, i mixed together a red sauce and sprinkled oregano to finish. all with a child hanging on my back, arms wrapped around my neck. i then brewed a cup of peppermint tea and set it on the counter. then he and i walked to the garden and picked the last of the flowers. i will miss having fresh blooms this fall, but i'm glad to see the heat and smudgy humidity leave us. we ran back up the lane and rinsed the plants in the kitchen sink. shred the leaves off the stalks, put them into vases. the cup of tea was poured into a jar on ice, a bit of sugar added, swirled together, and we shared it.
i like spending the day with my little brother, accomplishing nothing to great but something elementary, it is not perfect - for no day is completely, yet it is happiness in simplest form when you are content.