My day starts something like this, my husband leaves for work and Tallulah wants to go out. We wake Max up so he can go out too. I find my slippers and stagger behind an anxious puppy and ahead of a stiff legged old dog. They go out to contribute to the world and I find my electric tea pot, put enough water in and stand there, stupefied watching my pot boil. The dogs do not demand reentry to the house as much as stand in front of the sliding glass door looking in at their food bowls, water bowls and generally comfortable life. Dreaming of the good life. I open the door and I get two attitudes. Tallulah is all puppy with her jumping around, happy to be back inside, life is good attitude. Max is, 'about damn time'.
I walk back over to where my tea pot sits on the counter. In the same area is an old wooden box from some long ago cheese shipment. This is where the doggie treats are. Their neat package standing, waiting for distribution to the poor starving animals. I dole out 2 pieces, 1 for each dog. Turn around put my tea bag in my mug and pour the hot water.
As my kitchen is small, as in 2 people are a crowd small, all counter tops are a step sideways or just turn around to reach. This time of the day it is just turn around and set my mug down. I count out my daily doses of vitamins while my tea bag seeps and the dogs eat their treats. By the time my little pile of healthy pills is set my tea is at the strength I desire and I remove the tea bag. I have a little plate that the bag goes on as I am too lazy at any given time to walk the 7 feet or so over to the trash. It is an old plate probably from the 1930's which depicts a tea pot. I have just the one plate actually it's a saucer missing its own tea cup. Some how it tickles my funny bone that I put my used tea bags on this plate. Then it is a little sugar and at my age some soluble fiber added to my hot tea. A quick turn around and the fridge door is open and I grab my 1/2 and 1/2 to add to my tea. That done, the fridge door closed, I grab another treat to split between my wee beasties, pick up the handful of pills and take a sip of hot tea before heading back up stairs to the sanctity of my room.
Tallulah bounces up and down the stairs as Max and I slowly proceed upwards. In my room the pills are put in a small dish to await consumption and my tea is set down on the night table. The last treat is distributed somewhat unequally between the two mutts. Max getting the slightly bigger half. After all, age does have its privileges. Tallulah jumps up into my bed and Max retreats to his own. I get comfortable, my vitamins and tea within reach and I power up my laptop. Between sips of tea and vitamins I check my Facebook account, the local paper (online version of course), my emails and whatever else grabs my fancy.
From my bed I can check the weather as I can see out 2 windows. If the windows are wet then it must be raining. White covered trees? Must be snow. Small rainbows dancing on my walls? Must be sun. Rainbows? I have my mother's crystal necklace strung across the window, so when the sun comes out, I have rainbows.
When the tea is finished and the laptop powered down that is when my 'real' day starts. The wifely duties of cleaning and cooking. The creative genius deciding what kind of trouble, oops! creation can I make today. All the me(s) come together at this point and the routines dip and swirl, alter, change and life goes forward.
No matter what we say, we all have routines. No matter how wild, crazy or sedate we are there is a certain rhythm to our lives. How we start our days, move through the hours of the day and finally how we end our day. It's okay, we don't have to be unpredictable because somewhere in our day that comes to play. From an unexpected phone call, to saying the hell with the housework, we also break our routines everyday.
What words of wisdom to close this? I don't have any. Just enjoy your day. Take those moments expected and unexpected, routine or not and savor them. Just like I enjoy watching my beasties in the morning with their treats or how I love the taste of that first cuppa in the morning. It's my routine and frankly, I like it.
I walk back over to where my tea pot sits on the counter. In the same area is an old wooden box from some long ago cheese shipment. This is where the doggie treats are. Their neat package standing, waiting for distribution to the poor starving animals. I dole out 2 pieces, 1 for each dog. Turn around put my tea bag in my mug and pour the hot water.
As my kitchen is small, as in 2 people are a crowd small, all counter tops are a step sideways or just turn around to reach. This time of the day it is just turn around and set my mug down. I count out my daily doses of vitamins while my tea bag seeps and the dogs eat their treats. By the time my little pile of healthy pills is set my tea is at the strength I desire and I remove the tea bag. I have a little plate that the bag goes on as I am too lazy at any given time to walk the 7 feet or so over to the trash. It is an old plate probably from the 1930's which depicts a tea pot. I have just the one plate actually it's a saucer missing its own tea cup. Some how it tickles my funny bone that I put my used tea bags on this plate. Then it is a little sugar and at my age some soluble fiber added to my hot tea. A quick turn around and the fridge door is open and I grab my 1/2 and 1/2 to add to my tea. That done, the fridge door closed, I grab another treat to split between my wee beasties, pick up the handful of pills and take a sip of hot tea before heading back up stairs to the sanctity of my room.
Tallulah bounces up and down the stairs as Max and I slowly proceed upwards. In my room the pills are put in a small dish to await consumption and my tea is set down on the night table. The last treat is distributed somewhat unequally between the two mutts. Max getting the slightly bigger half. After all, age does have its privileges. Tallulah jumps up into my bed and Max retreats to his own. I get comfortable, my vitamins and tea within reach and I power up my laptop. Between sips of tea and vitamins I check my Facebook account, the local paper (online version of course), my emails and whatever else grabs my fancy.
From my bed I can check the weather as I can see out 2 windows. If the windows are wet then it must be raining. White covered trees? Must be snow. Small rainbows dancing on my walls? Must be sun. Rainbows? I have my mother's crystal necklace strung across the window, so when the sun comes out, I have rainbows.
When the tea is finished and the laptop powered down that is when my 'real' day starts. The wifely duties of cleaning and cooking. The creative genius deciding what kind of trouble, oops! creation can I make today. All the me(s) come together at this point and the routines dip and swirl, alter, change and life goes forward.
No matter what we say, we all have routines. No matter how wild, crazy or sedate we are there is a certain rhythm to our lives. How we start our days, move through the hours of the day and finally how we end our day. It's okay, we don't have to be unpredictable because somewhere in our day that comes to play. From an unexpected phone call, to saying the hell with the housework, we also break our routines everyday.
What words of wisdom to close this? I don't have any. Just enjoy your day. Take those moments expected and unexpected, routine or not and savor them. Just like I enjoy watching my beasties in the morning with their treats or how I love the taste of that first cuppa in the morning. It's my routine and frankly, I like it.
Sandi....your routine is great, you just need a little somethng else in it...how about cleaning a stall and taking care of a horse??? Now, that would top you day!!! heheheeh
ReplyDelete