I watered the plants while chatting with the neighbor who had agreed to the turkey sandwich I'd offered.
I sat in my amazingly red and wonderful chair while reading some profundities and marveling at how blue the sky remains even after 7 p.m.
I snuggled into my reading nook to research the Celtic way of praying in the midst of the everyday and said my own Amen.
I swam and laughed as a 4-year-old traversed the conversational terrain regaling me with facts such as "You have a big bra. . . My mom has a bra. . . My paw-paw died. . . I have two boo-boos on my left foot . . ."
I offered hot tea and peppered chips to yet another neighbor who stopped in for an impromptu late-night chat.
I fell asleep grateful for my life.