I’m sitting at our dining table enjoying my first cup of coffee. A little cream, no sugar. The sunshine is pouring through the blinds of the front window, as it always does this time of day. Our house faces east, so we have the sun all morning in our living room. The live oak in the courtyard offers dappled shade on the curtains next to me. I’m using our home PC, a refurbished Dell laptop we bought about 2 years ago. I need to buy a flash drive to back up my photos and a few documents but haven’t got round to it yet.
Today is Thursday. N is out of school already for the summer, so she’s sitting in the rocking chair watching Team Umizoomi and eating a home made cranberry popsicle. My Mum is puttering about getting ready to walk over to the local hairdressers where she has an appointment at 10.
The washer is humming along in the utility room next to the kitchen. I can hear the swishing of the water in the machine. I’m doing a load of towels – colourful summer ones I bought at the end of the season a few years ago from Target. We used them on Tuesday in Galveston and I’m getting ready to pack them with our stuff for Florida later. We leave tomorrow for Watercolor on the Gulf Coast, with an overnight stop in New Orleans en route. I’ll be the chauffeur as my Mum doesn’t drive. We’ll be staying at the Monteleone Hotel, where my husband and I stayed after we were first married. I make a mental note that I need to print out the reservation information and google maps for where we’re going in Florida. We’ll be meeting May and Tim and their kids down there. She’s my sister-in-law and we’re a lot alike. We haven’t seen them since Thanksgiving in St Louis so everyone’s looking forward to some family time together.
The dog is snoozing in a corner of the couch, where he’s taken up residence since my husband passed away. He has no idea that he’s off to stay at the vet’s tomorrow. He hates going but I know he will be taken care of while we are on vacation. Poor baby.
The table is still partially covered in sympathy cards, Christmas mail, correspondence I haven’t got around to answering yet. I love the immediacy of the internet but there’s nothing like sending or receiving a handwritten letter in the mail.
I’m still in my PJs. A pink Liz Claiborne T – part of a pajama set but I don’t like the bottoms, so I’m wearing a pair of navy sleep shorts. Have a pair of black and white slides on my feet which I keep for inside the house. I have my glasses on and will go upstairs shortly to get ready and put my contacts in. Lots to do today.
But first, time for another cup of coffee and a little breakfast.
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