All Day Duty
On the morning when I awake and decide what my day will hold . . . in time the day’s end cannot come fast enough. There is only so much energy and then the body feels kaput.
Stripping both beds of the flannel sheets is all encompassing. While the washer begins the first load, it gives time to get my breakfast put together. Our one grocer in town does not have the bestest, freshest produce. My choice is to stock up on blueberries and raspberries when we are in Mankato at the Sam’s Club and pop a good supply in the freezer. My breakfast is a dollop of cottage cheese, a sprinkling of Flax Meal, a one serving container of Mott’s unsweetened apple sauce, frozen blueberries to cover all and then top it with a small amount of frozen raspberries. I never tire of this fare. When the berries are thawed, with my fare, I enjoy a cup of hot coffee sitting at the dining room table catching some news. I feel as if I am at a five star restaurant.
Nothing tops clean bedding than working the Swiffer under the beds and the surrounding floor area for what has been sluffed off of the flannels. The washer hummed in step with the clothes dryer and alas the laundry basket was empty.
As weary as I am now feeling, having dressed both beds and tidy, tidied the bedrooms . . . it comes with a lot of self-satisfaction. Keeping a home at a level of satisfaction . . . I might as well give myself a badge . . . “Well Done.”