Wonderful post, very descriptive, so much so that I actually felt awkward about being in your bedroom looking around. lol

Perhaps it would be better if I were to sit at the kitchen table (if you have one) and patiently await your arrival there. Thanks!

I could put fresh coffee on so that when you reawaken, your senses will be filled with the wonderful aroma that beckons forth the body to receive it’s morning jolt of java.

I could visit with you and Cam before heading out to devour the day with it’s crisp bright sunshine, scarlet and gold leaves still on the trees, potato harvesting crews and machines working the red clay fields.

The last sail boats being reluctantly pulled from the water on the Montague waterfront. The usual band of retired old guys gathering at Tim’s to share an afternoon coffee and a yarn or two.

The shadows hint of the lateness of the day. I must head home to prepare my supper and watch a half hour of Compass, before I set out on my evening walk, read a chapter or two of my paperback ” The Leader In You” and get ready to turn in for the night. The wind has picked up with the darkness that has fallen and a cold dismal rain has begun to fall.

Strong is the wind and it tears the colors from the trees until only the bare limbs starkly proclaim in protest their nakedness as they await the first covering of snow.

Fall is passing, Winter is coming…

Smiles :o)

Gary

Our fixer-upper old farmhouse had four tiny bedrooms. Hubs tore out a wall between the two rooms on the east side and made a nice walk-in closet, using the old door to one of the rooms. He even managed to salvage the old plank flooring which he painted white and it’s oh so shabby chic now.

When I crawl into bed, it matters not how comfy or sleepy I am… if my closet door is open I MUST get up and shut it – I can’t stand for it to be open. My crime of leaving a laundry basket or two of clean laundry sitting on the floor for a week or so is easily ignored since I can’t see that mess from lying in bed. I keep my dresser drawers closed… they’re a mess inside.

Mid-life at 30? no, no, no…. life is wonderful in the 30s. Perhaps some growing pains but I wouldn’t call it mid-life. That might happen in the 50s, though. Turning 40, for me was horrible but the reality proved otherwise. Life gets better in many ways especially if you have good health. If I could do any decade over again, it would be my 30s without question.

I actually like “Midlife Crisis at 30″ a lot better than “What Should I Do With My Life.” I’d really recommend “Midlife Crisis at 30″ to all women of all ages who are trying to juggle work and life and dealing with those tough choices we all make everyday.

In PEI, you can get the book from the library, as well.