Yes, slacker is my middle name these days it seems. Maggie awakened me around 5am. As I grew fully conscious, I realized it was raining heavily outside. What a fine noise to sleep to. Maggie was also wet from making a potty run out the dog door.
“No walk today,” I told my dearest friend, Maggie, as I pulled on some shorts. “Maybe we can walk this afternoon.”
This is like telling a kid Christmas is cancelled and Santa is not coming. Bless her heart. There is hot a lot of exciting things going on in Andrew’s Casa these days and a girl just wants to have fun.
That didn’t mean we couldn’t have a good breakfast, though. Maggie was underfoot in the kitchen as I boiled some buttery grits on the stove and made cheese toast. I have never made cheese toast with wheat bread before and I was wishing I had some Sunbeam old fashioned white bread instead. It just wasn’t the same.
There is a back story to why I am eating wheat bread. Mom was consistently getting me stale bread every week. I didn’t tell my mother because I didn’t want to hurt her feelings or cause a commotion. I made a passing remark to my father about it and he told my mother to get a certain kind of wheat bread that is usually very fresh under the auspices that it would be healthier, It makes a great ham and cheddar sandwich just not cheese toast.
The Sultry Days of January…
I noticed when I woke up this morning that it was hot in my house – hot enough in the house that my sleeping t-shirt was wet with sweat as I slept. The t-shirt went into the washing machine along with my sheets which is my laundry hamper these days. I checked the thermostat and it read 79 degrees. No wonder I was sweating. I turned the air conditioning on and set the thermostat to 76 degrees. It felt better within moments. It is not often you turn on the air conditioning in the mid of January.
Later in the Afternoon…
I got home from volunteering and took a short catnap. Maggie very eagerly joined me on the bed. I had only been awake for about 30 minutes when mom stopped by. I was sitting at this computer lamenting all the email I should be replying to. She has perfect timing sometimes it seems.
“Will you come help me put up our groceries?” she asked when I stepped outside the front door of my house. “Come on and ride with me and I will bring you back home.”
No way in holy hell was I riding with my mother driving. I told her I would be over there as soon as I put some shoes and socks on. Mom always thanks me so very profusely for doing this for her and it surprises me sometimes. It is my way of paying her back for all the things she does for me. Mom had bought three twelve packs of lemonade for me today. I profusely thanked her back for that. She also got a bunch of Chef Boyardee microwavable beefaroni for me as well. Those are for when I run low on groceries. I don’t carry those home as I will gobble them all up in short order with copious amounts of Louisiana hot sauce.
2 comments:
I like wheat bread. I make our bread in my bread machine but usually just make white. I think I'll give wheat bread a try.
I do like a good cold lemonade. With your heat up that high you will need that lemonade to re-hydrate.
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