Prince and a Bed

I'm sitting here waiting for our new bed to arrive not wanting to get started on another project only to be interrupted. I made lunch, cleaned the kitchen, made dinner, cleaned the kitchen again, and cleaned out my email in-box. Every so often I log on to Facebook, more out of boredom than anything else. Today the timeline is filled with posts about Prince, mine included.

I can't say that I've cried in the past upon hearing of a celebrity's passing, but today I did, and it surprised me. As I read through posts, his words and music ran through my head. I found myself astounded by how many of the songs I knew the words to. 

I don't listen to Prince much anymore. Every once in awhile one of his songs will pop up on the five-thousand song absolute favorites playlist, and bring a smile to my face. A friend commented that he is one person she's never seen live, and would've paid anything to do so. I answered that I wasn't sure if I would or not. Only in hindsight would I say now that I might.

My new dining room, where I'm sitting, looks south and west over Pikes Peak. The view is spectacular, especially on a day like today, when the sun is shining and the sky a blue backdrop behind the green of the pine trees. The peak is covered in snow from our last storm, and our neighbors yard, like ours, is covered too. There have been three flyovers since I've been sitting here. I can hear them, but haven't seen them. 

I have things to do, but after so many days of running at break-neck pace, I'm content to sit and wait. I might as well take the time to enjoy the home we've all spent the last several days making. It is beautiful. So much more beautiful than I even imagined. It's a great house, in a great neighborhood, and every day we discover something more we love about it. 

Yesterday our new refrigerator arrived, today a new bed, and in a few days we'll probably get a new cooktop and maybe a grill. Doug is slowly hanging paintings where they feel right, and so far his choices have been spot on. We didn't hang paintings in the house we leased for the past seven months, we knew it was temporary. It's nice to see his artwork, some again, some for the first time outside of his last gallery show. 

I'd say all is right in my world, but it isn't. Prince died today, and the world lost an artist so unique, so talented, so inspiring, so true to himself, that there has to be a time of mourning. Mine is now as my eyes fill again with tears. Rest in peace sweet Prince.