I have a confession. I’m a terrible grumph in the morning. Once I have my coffee, life appears vastly
brighter, and I am a much politer person.
Dear George brings me my
coffee every single morning. I always
thank him and tell him I love him, but all I can do is hope he believes me at
that early hour. Coffee as well as a
little something to put in my stomach before my too many meds. Cottage cheese this morning.
Either he or I roll the
bed from the open sliders to in front of the bookcases. I climb in and am greeted by a lap tray. To the side sit a book, the coffee, the
controller, and the meds and sprays. (Allergies
are a hassle, did I say that.) In front
of me sits the TV. I also dislike teasers. If a station fills my ears with five minutes
of those awful things I switch channels or turn off the sound. All the weather ladies and young and buxom
with hair curled over their shoulders. Grumble,
grumble…
With the volume off, my
opinions subside. And by 0610 or so, I
am here at my computer first posting to the Facebook Discovery Shop Point Loma
page. Next I glance at my Facebook
friends and family. Grandkid
pictures? I save every one. Dear Abby returns me to the land of the
living, I take a quick look at Prosebox and Blogger, and win one game of
solitaire before I head to the pool.
By 0930, I’m home, have
had my yougurt with yellow sugar, and I have read all of you that I can get to
with or without notes. If I stay here
longer than that, I will be here forever.
That’s not my goal. G may be up
here forever, but I like to get out into the sunshine….punch up my vitamin D,
smile a bit.
Sometimes rituals are good
things….mine work for right now. Thanks
again, dear G.
Dear G adores you!
ReplyDeleteTerry always brings me coffee in bed too. But we both have to get going early,because around here if it doesn't get done by noon it doesn't get done. That's life in the tropics. Luckily both of us are at our best in the a.m. and wind down by early afternoon, siesta time. We revive somewhat in the evening,maybe go for a walk. Watch something on Netflix if we are not too tired. In bed by ten.
ReplyDeleteSame hours here but with G working at his computer till five.
DeleteRituals make life easier is my thought. I like the predictability too.
ReplyDeleteYou life is settled into a comfortable pattern of pleasant experiences. Enjoy!
i'm like Hattie, if it's not done by noon, it probably won't be done. Evening is my grumpy time. I just get unbearable in the evening as I become more and more depressed as the sun sets and another day ends.
ReplyDeleteI think of you as sweetness 24 hours a day. :)
DeleteIf only! Last night I was so depressed, what with my bug bites, I could hardly stand myself.
DeleteEvery time I see a photo of your bedroom I go work on mine some more. Thing I'll hang pictures this time. Yours looks like such a relaxing place.
ReplyDeletewhat a comfortable bedroom we have
ReplyDeleteI've turned into a turtle with its head withdrawn. I've quit writing but reading you makes me want to write again. I think it's grief showing and I know that time will fix it, but until then... Hugs to you for being here and for writing.
ReplyDeleteWhere have I been? I check posts twice a week and have divorced FB for now, so don't see you there. Connie sent 4 batches of shots from their Utah trip and says if I want to see them or my great-grandchild, i must come back to FB. She is so mean to me!
ReplyDeleteFacebook won't hurt. LOL She's just real not mean.
ReplyDeleteGeorge is definitely 100% a sweetie pie! I love your bedroom, Mage. You have such excellent taste.
ReplyDeleteI have my coffee almost instantaneously. I walk across the hall from the bedroom and hit the tassimo. If I was 'with it' the night before, I already have it filled with water with the pod and mug both in position.
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