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Friday, November 08, 2013
6:15 A.M. Stinks
6:15
I am not “built” for 6:15 a.m...
I have no idea how or why I did it when in my “former” life. The life that saw me waking up at 5 in the
morning throwing on my running clothes, hooking up my wonderful Sunshine and
running 2 miles before starting my morning routine. Or before that, doing the same with our first
and wonderful Lucky.
Our new Lucky-if she wakes me up (she’s welcome to keep
giving me puppy kisses, but it’s not working) she’s more often than not greeted
by my groaning and telling Steve that there’s “no way in H-E-double hockey
sticks) that I’m going to be able to open even our levered door handles.
This is because even though they have levers-the stupid
locks do NOT. What was the ADA thinking
when they approved only ½ of a design?
No way will my “witchy, sausage” hands be able to open the dials and get
our poor little-bladdered dog out the door.
Also, besides having hands and feet that cannot move-I’m
finding my brain isn’t really in a functioning mood until after cup #2 has
kicked in-just ask Dylan and Aidan.
They were staying with us most of last week and getting them
and me ready for school was definitely not a pleasant experience. NOPE.
What I overheard Dyl telling Aidan: Don’t bother grandma yet-you know she can’t
move right until she’s had her coffee.
I don’t know how the idea that coffee and moving melded, but
I’m guessing that there actually be some truth to this discovery. Oh and the boys suggested that I might not
have to worry so much about dropping my mug if “you’d just drink through a
straw.”
Those two are really putting their heads together to help
me. Bless their intelligent minds. If the thought of sipping a hot drink through
a straw didn’t sound so painful –I’d consider giving it a go.
Back to the 6 a.m. wake-up call.
I don’t like getting up in the dark, I am not fond of trying
to move and now-the mornings are starting out somewhere around 58 degrees, so
it’s cold. Lucky doesn’t like the cold.
We bought her a “hoody” jacket-Steve won’t have anything to
do with it. I think he’s thinking that
she should just “suck it up buttercup”-but she’s 5-1/2 lbs. and doesn’t exactly
have a real fur coat! Ever try to get a
hoody on a pup with stiff and swollen hands?
She likes the darned thing (should see her prance around when she’s got
it on!) or it might be even harder to get her dressed.
Today I woke up at that ungodly hour yet again-this time to
help Adam. He, poor guy, had to have
some dental work done and needed me to watch Jackson. I had to be there at 7:15. Too early to sit over my coffee and wake
up. Jackson was in his usual great
mood. From there I had my yearly
birthday present to myself-a mammogram.
Got home at 10 and didn’t get started with my day until almost 11.
I know everyone is in an uproar about Obamacare, shootings
all over the country, getting our boys home safely from the middle east and so
much more-my own needs are mundane compared to all of this, but I’d gladly vote
for some new and inexperienced politico who would just not let morning begin
until around, oh, 8.
And now, I bid you all a good (or grouchy) day.
