There's a batch of Pearberry soap setting up in the oven right now. (I don't bake soap, but it's the best draft free, warm place in the house for soap) I left doing the journal for today until after I finished the batch since I find I end up thinking over things while I soap normally. Today wasn't one of those days. I just made soap and didn't think about anything much at all.

And it continues. I think I just spent 5 minutes staring off into the distance. Even my journal prompts are un-inspiring.

Then here's my story for today.

Earlier when I was rinsing out dishes to stack them I hear this yelling and hollering sound. It sounded fun and young -- like the sound of an elementary school playground. I peeked out the window by the kitchen thinking maybe it was a bunch of kids from Keatsway, but nothing was there. Then I checked out the front porch doors. There were 2 groups of kids with about 30 in each. The yelling and hollering was the second group, they were waving and doing the honk-your-horn arm pull at the passing vehicles.

I wondered at how these silly little things move through generations (I can remember standing on bridges doing the exact same arm movement trying to get trucks to blow their horns) as I watched them. I was enjoying the enthusiasm they had for it, and the joyous yelling they would erupt into if they achieved a wave or a horn. Then a girl noticed me watching them and that set up a wave of waving at me. I waved back, of course. Then I headed back to the kitchen with a smile.

Little moments are so much fun.