Wake up to the
radio. The radio is always on in the morning but this morning it is classical
guitar. Open the eyes and note the sunshine is starting to fill the window.
Turn over and listen for a minute before sweeping the legs over the edge with
bare feet on the cool floor. The comforter is on the floor where it was kicked
off the bed. It seems a sheet and blanket is enough even on a cold winter
night. Slip on the gray sweat pants then set back down to put on yesterday’s
wool socks and vented black river slip-ons. Brush the hair to release the
tangles of the night then pulls a bunch back to wrap the elastic band three
times. Close the eyes to put on the clear vision makers and stare out the
window to see what the morning will bring. The light is hitting the tops of the
trees where the cardinals and chickadees sit quietly warming themselves. “Good
morning day.” Walk to the music room and pull over the blue zippered shirt that
is a size too big with arms down to the knuckles but very comfortable. Lift the
gray holey hoodie and zip up both. The day looks clear but cold, yet the air in
the rooms is warm. Open the curtains to let in the morning sunshine erasing the
last night’s darkness. Slowly walk into the kitchen observing the layout of the
house to make sure nothing has moved during the unconscious time. Open the
blinds saying “Good morning guys.” Move the cooled oven to the top of the
washing machine. Add some water to the pot and press down the lever. Pull the
pink sugar from the canister, and then place it back by the knives. The sink
still holes the one plate soaking in water and the pizza cutter used last
night. They will be wiped off with a paper towel and used again tonight. Pour
in some chocolate creamer and jot “creamer” on the grocery list before pulling
the new package of instant coffee off the shelf. Trying to tear the thin
package of premeasured coffee and realizing it won’t tear easily where marked,
grab the kitchen scissors and chop off the top. Pour the contents into the hot
cup and note how small the amount is. While the water starts to perk, visit the
facilities to remove some of the liquid so prevalent from last night. Run cold
water over the hands and pat the beach towel hanging on the back of the door,
then wipe the moister on the eyes. “I’m coming” as the bubbles, tells the room
it is ready. A mucus cough perhaps from last night or the cold from a couple of
weeks ago that may now dry up until warm weather hits. Fill the cup with the
bubbling liquid and tighten the top. The empty pizza box sits on top of the
step stool waiting to be delivered to the trash. Look at the stack of home
insurance papers to be reviewed later. Back to the music room and turn on the
electronics, then open the black curtains and note the critters fluttering in
the bamboo. Other than that there is little movement in the yard. Sit in the
new fake leather chair and wheel around to put in the password. Unplug the
headphones used last night to listen to recorded music that calmed the soul and
made a smile and sing along to verses that told stories of times gone by. Shut
down drop-box due to the connection with the network, and then log onto
Facebook. Smile at a couple of comments, scroll through the silliness people
write for the world to see, and learn a little more about how some people know
this town. Read the message about a local dining establishment that is closing
and the family living across the street has complained about for year and just
found out, then respond that another redneck bar will probably replace it. Keep
Facebook up then open another tab. Scroll down bookmarks to the local newspaper
web site. The only story to investigate is a multiple stabbing and kidnapping,
but it is on south side and away from home. The rest is all yesterday’s news.
Move onto the local television news, then Huffington news all full of political
gaffs, ugly dresses, celeb breakups, old television shows, and a sinking cruise
ship. Open email with only junk from Apple talking about new stuff to purchase,
but they have all they will get for awhile. Back to Facebook to see someone is
warming herself by a fire, someone else is in love with their husband for
putting clothes in the dryer, and a few pictures of dogs. Finish the cup of
coffee, and then it is time to take part of the day. Slip off the morning
sweats for long johns, jeans with suspenders and black shoes wore everyday the
same way. Think about the bath that should have been taken yesterday, but might
be taken today between the football games. Back to the sink to run the
toothbrush around the mouth relieved there is no blood in the spit, only
remnants of last night dinner. A swish of mouthwash and a mental note to clean
the mirror before another year goes buy. Turn the two locks open and step out
on the front porch to feel the air and check out the day. The wind is less than
yesterday and the sun is bright. No one is stirring except for one critter
across the street. Relock the front door and take the bolt off the back door.
Say “Hello” to the critter on the stack of mulch finishing off yesterdays treat
of sunflower seeds. Walk softly out into the shadows and stop to allow the
critters to adjust to a new creature in their space. Walk slowly back to the
deck observing the yard blazon in beams of light. Half of the pond has a think
sheet of ice. It does feels colder than yesterday. Find the golden key and open
up the room that was life support for so many years. Roll out the ride prepared
for the venture. Strap on the uniform with a problem with one glove until
realizing it was a peanut lodged in one finger, take a deep breath and start
the journey to another world. The streets are still quiet even as it is noon
and only young women are out jogging in the sunshine and cold air. The air is
much colder than yesterday, but the travel is not far. Locking up and grabbing
my black bag, observe the masses coming and going to the food provider under
construction. Wheeling a small cart around to the usual spots of produce and
deli, notice the new configuration will have a build-your-own salad bar. Great!
Drive around the new layout to get seed, then back to the deli for freshly
fried chicken pieces, pick up a cracked pepper steak (don’t know why but like
the packaging), then reload the bullets. A pleasant checkout having the only
conversation of the day was followed by a quick cold ride back home laden with
the daily treats. Spread out the variety of yard treats and settle back in the
warm chair with a cold drink, hot sauce on over fried chicken bites and
football.
It is just
another morning in just another life.
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