Clocks Have Been Changed
Cellphones update those clocks automatically. Our clocks in the home were changed this morning. It didn’t seem to matter; move ahead or fall back . . . I slept until 7:45 this morning. The chatter of the kids getting ready to board the school bus east of our drive is a pleasant alarm clock. Dennis has been up for some time but the noise he makes as he prepares to hit the patio porch is so usual, it does not shock me awake.
Sometimes when my eyes are not ready to open, I try to procrastinate. Maybe I’ll decide to roll over and see how long I can lay still. Pretty soon it is tick, tick in my mind. Then the tick, tick becomes tic tock, tick tock and I know the day is beckoning me. My kids, far away, have been up for ages and it surely does not speak well of me to be a lazy bones.
How much effort does it take to toddle to the bathroom for personal comfort and then return to my bedroom and strip off the sheets and punch a few buttons on the washing machine back in the bathroom. Having done that . . . I feel the day within me has started. It will not be denied. Neither will I deny myself a cup of coffee with creamer added.
The oven was started and preheated for a batch of frozen scones to be put on a baking sheet. I did get my breakfast in a bowl and put on the dining room table. I stripped Dennis’ bed of sheets and added that to what would be additional loads of laundry. I enjoy my breakfast while catching a bit of news on the television.
The morning spins on as I swap out loads of laundry from the washer to the dryer and have had enough coffee to keep me going. The small vacuum is taken off of the attic steps and the dust bunnies under the beds . . . beware!
By noon it was nice enough to head east on Stauffer for a walk. Dennis was in the back garage working on tractors and as I passed by the driveway of the back garage, I told him I would have lunch ready for us when I got back from my walk. So the morning went.
I spent some time in the studio pondering steps to take in producing Christmas stockings. I have paper patterns ready. I must say, the sample stocking that Jennifer sent with the fabric is rather large. Lots of goodies would fit in them.
It is now mid afternoon and there are piles of freshly laundered bedding in the living room. I don’t need any more caffeine to finish up the beds. Dennis has had the Cub tractor out taking care of more of the fallen leaves. He is gaining. I never said anything negative when I looked out this afternoon and Dennis had started a fire next to the Maple tree. It was handy for him to keep raking leaves onto the fire. Get as many done so as to not have to deal with them next spring. Supper is leftovers from Sunday night. Wham, bam, thank you . . . supper will be a breeze.
Such is the day that begins with the tick tocking. We see what needs to be done and we get it done. Showers after supper will be sweet dreams when bedtime hits . . . . fresh beds.
Maybe procrastination will be participated in tomorrow. Tee hee.