Some time during the night I woke up because I was cold. I threw on a sweatshirt, added a blanket and snuggled underneath it. When I came downstairs, my House was only 63˚. I turned on the heat. Now the house is cozy.
My cleaning lady came yesterday for the second time. Nala was excited. Henry was standoffish, but she kept trying to pat him. I’m loving my clean house and alI did was write the check. Nala got a flu booster shot this morning. Gwen goes in tomorrow for testing. My car is getting an oil change tomorrow. I have to go to the dump tomorrow because I forgot the dump is closed Monday and Tuesday. I also have to yard pick. I can see Nala’s trash from the deck. My to do list is down to three items, the worst being the laundry. I hate to do laundry. I’m thinking I’ll save that for the end. I have lots of clothes left.
Today I am going to pot some succulents I bought recently. Nala has pulled out several of my house plants so I have empty pots. The only other chore for the day is to change my bed after which I can resume my sloth status. Tonight is uke practice night.
When I was a kid, I only read the funnies in the Newspaper. I’d turn the pages, and my fingertips would get black from ink. Only the Sunday funnies were in color. Most of those funnies are gone now. I remember Barney Google, Blondie, Lil Abner, Maggie and Jiggs, Orphan Annie with no eye balls, Andy Capp and Dondi though I have idea why I remember that one. One of my favorites was The Phantom.
My father loved his newspapers. When we traveled, he always bought the international USA Today. He got the Globe for a long time until he decided he was really a republican, and the Globe was too liberal so he started reading the Herald. We used to call it the rag. He never appreciated our nickname for his Paper. After my father retired, during warm weather, he’d sit on the front steps with his coffee and paper. The whole neighborhood greeted my dad. Cars would honk hello, and he’d wave.
I get two print newspapers: the Boston Globe and the Cape Cod Times. I love reading my papers and turning real pages. I drink a cup of coffee with each paper. My mornings are filled with ritual.
