This wasn't just any bowl of popcorn. It was the first bowl of home-popped in almost a year, so, naturally that made it the best we'd ever had!
All sorts of things that have been packed away for months are seeing the light of day, as the pile of empty boxes from just yesterday can attest. Books are on shelves, there's popcorn in the bowl, that package of vintage iron hooks arrived in the mail (for hanging towels in the bathroom, and aprons in the kitchen), a wool braided rug (curb-side score) warms the living room floor, an antique oval mirror with beautiful patina waits to hang between the sconces over the master bed, a vintage copper light fixture goes up over the kitchen sink today (woot!), exterior paint is being applied, and electricians will be working their wonder to properly ground the house (ever been shocked by touching a metal roof before?).
That's what is happening. I won't mention what isn't (it's quite long), because I'm reckoning with the want it right now, and the stamp my foot, and the I'm tired of waiting. Gracious, it's easy to want everything inside and outside this little house to be completed right now! To have all those ideas and all that vision brought into reality in one fell swoop.
The thing is, (I tell myself) if you're constantly chewing on what isn't yet done, you may completely miss the taste of what is. So, hang on there. Take a look at this thing called slow - not the dilly-dally sort, but the savory kind. See? See how it melds things together in a way that would be lost on fast?