A Quiet Afternoon

Naturally during the first few weeks of moving into our new apartment, life slowed down a bit for us as we settled the nest. In the midst of arranging our belongings and meeting new neighbors, I secretly (or not so secretly...) bemoaned the fact that we were away from our old condo, which has over time become our community, aforementioned in my previous blog. Now most of the time Luke and I are on our own. But there's unexpected bliss in our solitude.
It happened during one rainy afternoon. If we were at our old condo and there's a rainy afternoon, I would be out on a play date at Kim's apartment, 4 buildings away. But here, Luke and I were stuck at home. To pass time, I put on a Beatrix Potter home video (The Tale of Samuel Whiskers, that is) as Luke and I snuggled up on the couch watching how little Tom Kitten barely escaped turning into a Holy Poly Pudding. It must have been the Lake District backdrop, which evoked a sense of the idyllic childhood pleasures of the English countryside, if you know what I mean. Luke, holding on to his silky (his favorite comfort object) and fuzz (teddy), leaned serenely on my side, as both of us were transported to a world of bonnets and kerchiefs, tea and jam, and never-ending afternoons spent leisurely in the woods.