I love the mid-afternoon in my living room. You can usually find me laying on my blue couch, facing the window, basking in the sun. Our house faces west and between 2:30 and 3pm the sun briefly hits this spot on my sofa, I’m warm just thinking about it. I’ll usually curl up there with a book and close my eyes for 10 minutes or so, sometimes doze off, sometimes hand over my thoughts to the inner committee in my head, sometimes pray. Whatever I do, it is so peaceful and warm.
Although, today I didn’t have that treat, we had a sweet play date with Caleb. It was so fun. But, I was reminded of the down side of the sun in my living room at 2:30 to 3pm. It’s the furries. Let me explain, I have felt the last couple of days my house has looked, well, clean. And for more than 24 hours. The surfaces have been BARE and stuff seems to get picked up on a regular basis. So I’ve been feeling pretty good about our home and therefore myself. (unfortunately I cannot seem to disconnect my emotional well-being and the cleanliness of my house- that’s another post)
All is right in the world, until the furries appear. You may not be able to relate if you don’t have animals and hardwood floors. You can usually only see the furries when the light is just right, my home 2:30pm. The sunlight pours into my living room and reveals all the glistening blonde dog hair on my floor. I promise, you can’t see it in the normal daylight. Like those Magic Eye pictures where you can’t see the hidden picture unless you blur your vision just right. Seriously, I just did the floors today not even an hour before the furries appeared. It’s a mystery, much like hunting for snipes, but the furries are for real. Ask any pet owner with hardwood floors. As for me, I’m going to opt out of the hunt, I’ll hopefully be on my couch soaking up the rays.
