A Rainy Day Routine
I opened the windows yesterday. The weather felt glorious. I felt young and vibrant that night before I went to bed, even though I am nearly eighty years old and feel pain in my joints. I wore a sleeveless nightgown for the first time this season. I stretched luxuriously, turned to my side, tucked a hand underneath my head and promptly fell asleep.
It was chilly when I woke up this morning. I hugged my blankets closer around me. As I did so, I felt a pup snuggled right against me. I smiled to myself, caressed my Ebony, closed my eyes once more and hoped to steal a bit more sleep. Then I heard Picasso’s sonorous snoring. It echoed loudly throughout the bedroom. There was no hope of stealing any more sleep. Reluctantly I crawled out of bed and went downstairs for my cup of tea. It was chilly! No, it was definitely cold! Picasso was curled up into a tight ball, under the cushioned seat at the foot of bed. The curtains by the one open window were fluttering in cold agitation. I quickly put on my dressing gown and bedroom slippers, then proceeded to close the bedroom and bathroom windows. I headed for the stairs. Picasso and Ebony followed me.
The night before I had washed and put away all the dishes. By this morning Kelly had filled the sink up once more! I sighed as I noticed that. He leaves for work just after just 4:30 in the morning. He walks and feeds the pups, grabs something for himself and off he goes. I get out of bed at about six! I do not expect him to wash dishes, but once in a while I wish I could just take my cup of tea upstairs without being greeted by a pile of dirty dishes first thing in the morning.
As I carry my cup of tea upstairs, Picasso and Ebony look at me In askance. “Well, aren’t you letting as out into the garden?” they seem to ask.
“Come on you two! It’s just past six! Too early!” I mutter as I climb upstairs once more. They reluctantly follow me. Ebony cuddles on the bed and Picasso curls up by my feet by the armchair as I contentedly sip my tea. Gradually eyelids grow heavy and all three of us fall asleep. At about ten o’clock I wake up with a start! Half the day is gone. I get ready for the day. It is still chilly and wet. I wear warm clothes.
I look into the freezer. I spot a turkey carcass. Since it is a grey chilly day, I make a mushroom barley soup. I have the necessary vegetables. It is a meal unto itself and needs no effort to prepare. I switch on the radio in the kitchen. Sweet classical music streams out of that old faithful radio. I walk into the living room and curl up into the recliner with a book. What a perfect rainy day! The rain softly pitter patters against the window panes, the classical music gently relaxes the senses, the delicious smell of the soup wafting throughout the first floor gives me a sense of well-being and the gentle sound of Picasso and Ebony’s breathing gives me a sense of companionship. All is well in my little world.