I could tell you a bunch of excuses why I missed posting yesterday.
- I worked all day.
- My teenager sat doing his homework in the living room and chatting with me after dinner.
- My husband went to bed early (he’s been off hunting, name drawn for a special managed deer hunt). And the computer where I type is in our bedroom. He often tells me I type “too loud” as if that’s a thing. I do like the sound of the keyboard. What would he have done in the days of typewriters? Probably nothing, blogs weren’t a thing then.
- The next item on the Hygge Manifesto list is equality. Not as fun and easy to write about as candles, coffee, and cookies.
While all of the above did happen yesterday, the real reason I didn’t post is Netflix. It’s not Netflix’s fault, however, I’ve found an old series on there to watch. It appeals to my sense of weird. And it’s at my perfect level of sometimes scary.
So instead of posting last night, after our dinner of spaghetti with pumpkin sugar cookies for a fun weeknight dessert (and lunchbox treats for the rest of the week), I sat and watched the first two episodes of season 2 of Twin Peaks.
Yes, the show from the 90’s. It’s okay you can laugh. My husband already did. I never watched it back then. Now, I’m really enjoying it. And may have channeled my mother when I heard myself telling my boys:
I love the subtly of this show. It leaves things to your imagination. I don’t need to see so much graphic stuff (it is a murder mystery show) like they show now.
Wait, what does any of this have to do with living the Hygge Manifesto?
I spent time at home in the evening, having a nice dinner, hanging out with my family, and getting cozy under a blanket to watch a slightly scary TV show. I think that counts as Hygge, don’t you?