Sunday Mornings
Those mundane but satisfying morning rituals
Those mundane but satisfying morning rituals
It’s Sunday morning.
Liddy woke me at 6:45 this morning. Something about a canine snout in your face that makes you take notice.
Get up — get dressed — go downstairs — unlock the kitchen door — she goes out to do her business.
Now she demands her breakfast. I ask her to close the kitchen door while I get her meal, which is quickly dispatched. This is why she got me out of bed so early — she was hungry.
Ok, now it’s my turn.
First coffee. I haven’t had a coffee for a couple of days because of a bout with the flu, one of the gifts my partner brought home from a sewing conference in San Francisco last week.
Cappuccino made. Put some frozen blueberries in a bowl. Add yogurt. Top the bowl with Cheerios. Toss some Cheerios at Liddy — God help me if she doesn’t get hers.
Sit. Enjoy the view of the garden with breakfast. It’s a wonderful time to meditate about the joys of the morning.
A hummingbird flits by, sampling the crocosmia lucifers in the garden.
Time to move on. Go fetch the pharmacy drawer from the bathroom. Portion out the pills for each day of the week. This is one ritual I could do without. Oh well. They have kept me going this long. The other option isn’t really an option.
Second Cappuccino. It’s a bit bitter. I’ll have to fix that. Not right now though, my four-legged friend is demanding attention. She wants to go for a run. She has been cooped up in the house while my partner and I struggled through this damned flu. Oh yeah, she was also doped up because of the July fourth Armageddon this week. She is really freaked by the explosions made by fireworks.
Enough.
It’s time we indulge ourselves with a ride.
Lord knows, with Liddy being 13, and me at 72, I’m going to indulge us as much as we can.
Life is meant to be lived, so live it well!
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