A Day in the Life (of me)

 

Trish from  Love, Laughter, and a Touch of Insanity  is at it again. She's hosting the 2nd annual  "Day in the Life" for bloggers.   She tried, she really tried to get everyone to be organized in their post.  AND early.

Most did, but who would I be, if I wasn't up early on the day it's due,  still writing away trying to post before noon!!

 

The trouble with being on the west coast and being a procrastinator is that most everyone has their "Day in a Life' posted before I get out of bed and I want to read them, not be writing about my boring life. 

Which is another trait of a procrastinator--being easily distracted. 

And this morning I certainly am, by all the wonderful blog posts out there.

But now...let me take you back in time...to the day before yesterday... to my day in a life.

 

 

4:30am -- I look at my clock and think NO, No! Not yet!  Why can't it be 5:30? That's not too early to get up.  But by this time, I'm afraid to doze because my alarm is not set (I get up every day between 5-6 without an alarm clock),  so up I get.  Go downstairs and make coffee and settle down with a book.

I hear a really kind of creepy noise in the cabinet beside me...and this is what I see:

 

 

What the heck??!!

 

 

 

The cat!  Inside the file cabinet.  She knows how to get these things open. I have no idea how long she's been in there--she could have slept there for all I know, but hearing creepy scratching when you think you are alone in a room is eerie.  Cats are eerie.  I don't know why I like them.

15 minutes later the Handyman is coming down the stairs.  WHA??  Why is he up?  This is MY time.  I'm sure my voice was shrill  "What are you doing?  Why are you up?  It's not even 5!!"

Even tho I'm an early riser, I am not an early talker, so this  crazy statement comes out scratchy and hoarse and.....Loud.  To be fair tho,  it is MY time and he was intruding.

He just gets his coffee and shakes his head at me and....and.....TURNS ON THE TV!

It's amazing that we've made it almost 38 years, as our morning routines just don't mesh.

I stomp off to the other room to read for a while.  (I'm not a great stomper--so I just walk.  He doesn't even notice)

 

6:00am -- I take my coffee and go to my friend Debbie's house for our weekly 6am coffee, where we solve all of the world's problems.  We've been having coffee once a week for the past 14 years.  At 6am.  It's the best!

 

7:15am-- I stay a little bit too long and rush home.  The Handyman has already left by the time I get home. I eat a quick bowl of Raisin Bran and then go jump in the shower.

 

7:30am -- When I say jump, this is what I did.  I lay the bath mat in the tub.  This is not a walk in shower, but one in a tub, so I step over the tub and turn to face the water... I take one step forward and I find myself slipping on the bath mat which wasn't suctioned to the tub.  There is nothing to hang on to in my tub/shower.  We have no "old lady bars' to hang on to yet.  No shower door (it's a shower curtain).  Before I know it, I am lying face down on the bathroom floor. And it hurts, really, really bad.    To make a long story short---I fell, cracked my shin on the bathtub and must have landed on my thigh, both have hurt badly since then and I have huge bruising.  But at least I didn't hit my head on the toilet and die, because then... well, I wouldn't be writing this and you wouldn't be so enthralled by my day!

But as I'm lying there--and I lay there for a while-- no one, not cat, not dog--came to check on me!  On a normal day they are there, looking on as I get ready.  Usually under my feet and in my way, BUT when I need a friend?  They are no where to be seen!  Ingrates!

By the time I got up and called the Handyman, I was crying.  I'm just being honest, yes I cried a bit--it hurt. 

The Handyman came home!  He said to make sure I hadn't broken my hip---because you know what happens then!  You die within a year.

I am being silly, but you do hear of that happening to older people...they break their hip and the rest is history.   But let me just set the record straight--I AM NOT REALLY OLD.  I'm a young mid-fifties, now afraid of the shower, girl!

 

9:00am -- I finally hobble in to work. And hobble and hobble and hobble around all day.  It's lucky I work by myself, all alone, so I feel I can pamper myself by not doing work right away and write a blog post instead--It's Monday! What are you Reading--  okay, the honest truth is I do that a lot at work, but this day I told myself it was okay because I was hurt.  I was ready to play this for all it was worth!

So, I wrote my blog post.  I am in the middle of 5 different books!  I don't know how this happened.  It's never happened before--I don't know how I can do 5 books at one time.  I know I need to pick just one and get on with it.

 

Noon --  I go home for lunch (there are nice things about living in a small town--it's easy to go home a lunchtime) and check the mail.  It is THE BEST MAIL DAY EVER!   I say that any time I get a letter!!  But this time I got 2 letters (from Care in NC and Sally in PA)  and a coffee mug (from Susie in WA).  I tired to do the happy dance, but couldn't because of my injuries.  (told you I was workin' it)

 

 

 

1:30pm -- back to work to get ready for a ribbon cutting of a new business.  The afternoon consists of  the ribbon cutting,  back in the office for some paper work, and... (sigh) because my body still hurts, I took an extra long break and wrote a letter to a friend, then spend time reading blog posts.

 

4:45pm -- Leave work a bit early to make the post office so that my letter goes out this day.  AS a side note:  I LOVE writing and sending letters and in turn, receiving them.

 

5:00pm -- Library Board meeting.  I have 3 more meetings on the Board of Directors after this one (my term is over and I can't run again--term limits) so I am feeling  a lame duck feeling. I will miss being on the Library Board.  It's a long meeting.

 

6:45pm-- Leave board meeting and rush to a 'bag' party at my friend Gina's.  Thirty-one bags.  Have you heard of them?  Nice purses, nice bags, nice containers.  

 

 

This one is really a tote, but I'm using it as a purse right now... it has an S on it for Stone!

The one above?  A nice canvas tote which I will load up with my address book, stationary, stamps, etc to haul back and forth to work, JUST IN CASE, I have time to write more letters.

(these bags are ones I already own....at the party, I ordered a small clutch purse and another bag) 

 

 

 I spent  a quick $80.  But more noticeably to me, I was stuffing food (cheese, grapes, crackers) into my mouth at an incredible rate, because I didn't have dinner! No one else was eating as fast as I was. Uh-oh.  I tell them about my falling out of the tub this morning, to take their minds off my mouthful of grapes and cheese-my gluttony.  They showed the proper sympathy---after all, they're my friends.  

 Also, a nice ending to the day-----a lemon/raspberry martini!

 

 

Wait a minute!  That wasn't the end.

 

8:45pm --  got home from the bag party and the Handyman was making popcorn.  He and I settled down in front of the TV  (sigh---I do give in to TV in the evening) and watched something mindless and had a bit of popcorn.

 

9:30pm -- we head upstairs to bed.  Yes, it's 9:30, but we've been up since 4:30.   We get into bed, he rolls over and throws his leg over mine.  Again, me with a loud shrill voice--Ow OW OW!!! My leg my leg!! (still working it) 

 It's a wonder he puts up with me.

 

I put on an audio book and my ear buds and listen to  1.2 minutes of "Skippy Dies" before falling asleep.  (I shouldn't even try, because I always fall asleep the moment my head hits the pillow, but I have high hopes of getting some book time in)

 

Always begin and end  a day with books!!

 

And THAT is a day in my life.  Pretty exciting, huh?