..."any place or point of entering or beginning." dictionary. reference.com
When I was a child, I made up and played a game with myself: Walking on the Ceiling. The game consisted of a mirror and the different rooms in the house. I held the mirror so that the ceiling was reflected and I walked from one room to another, stepping over the door jambs, pretending I was on a great excursion. There was no end to where my imagination took me.
So, When I read Carole's Ten on Tuesday prompt for today, I immediately thought of the game. Today, I no longer play the game - tho' I did pull out my iPhone and switch the rotation to see how the ceiling looked between rooms: Boring!
Because I am retired, much of my day is spent in the house and I move from and between rooms and in/out of the house.
- My day begins after a good night's sleep, leaving the bedroom, entering the bathroom, showering and dressing.
- I may next stand at the threshold of my sewing room, look around, enter and perhaps fiddle a bit with some fabric or straighten up a surface or two.
- Then, I walk into another room: a combination office/craft room and also straighten up a surface or two, update the block calendar and grab whatever I plan to take downstairs and focus on during MSQT.
- From there, I cross the threshold of the landing and go downstairs, entering the living room, turning off the light we leave on every night - those curly bulbs last forever!!!
- Through the dining room into the Great Room: put my stuff down on my reading table, plump up the pillows in my chair and open the blinds on the deck doors.
- Cross the threshold into the kitchen area of the Great Room: open the window over the sink and currently, admire my neighbor's very full and vivid Crepe Myrtle ~ tis gorgeous. I empty the dishwasher and fix my tea tray.
- Return to my chair/sitting-reading area and begin MSQT for the next couple hours or so. This is absolutely my favorite time of day for it is here where I appreciate the days before, the now of the moment and the promise of this, another day.
- Throughout the day, depending on my agenda, I encounter many thresholds - both mentally and physically - within and outside of the house .
- As the evening progresses and the little hand on the clock reaches the numeral 10, I realize I've begun to reach the threshold of my energy; time to call it a day and make preparations to go to bed.
- My day ends as it began: at the threshold of the bedroom, a good night's sleep and hopefully, awakening to another great day.