Birthday Debriefing

As my faithful followers know, yesterday I celebrated my 61st birthday. It was a good day, but it got off to a rocky start. Rather than go into the painful details, I’ll just give you the bullet points.

  1. Due to the possibility of a hurricane hitting our area we cancelled plans for a weekend visit to Amelia Island.
  2. We’ll still have to pay for half the price of the room we cancelled because the hurricane didn’t enter into the picture until past the cancellation deadline. Thanks booking.com. Grrrr.
  3. My favorite convenience store was out of diet Dr. Pepper, so I had to do without my must have caffeinated beverage. To coffee drinkers, that would be like starting your day without coffee.
  4. Whole Foods couldn’t make me an iced chai latte because their chai delivery was late.
  5. The damned hurricane changed direction. I don’t want it to impact anyone, but since we cancelled our reservation and still have to pay for one night, how dare it not hit here?
  6. I had lunch at a table by myself while watching various groups of women engaged in pleasant social discourse. Dammit! It was my birthday.
  7. All became right with the world when I enjoyed a spa treatment at Aveda.
  8. Studly Doright lost his golf match, but played well.
  9. I received tons of birthday greetings.
  10. I don’t know how to make the bullets stop.
  11. Please help.
  12. Guess I’ll just say, Thank You for Reading. If you made it this far, you might need to get a life.
  13. Peace, people.

The big kid is me way back in the day. The cute kiddo is my adorable cousin on her first birthday. The man is my beloved Grandaddy.

Frog Talk And Wonder Woman

Studly Doright is still snoring. I’m sitting on the screened in porch, sipping my coffee and waiting for the sun to rise. It’ll be at least another half hour before the lake gets any rays, and the darkness is deep. I wouldn’t venture out past the back door just yet; although, I imagine Wonder Woman wouldn’t be afraid of the dark.

The frogs are busy. They don’t croak. They click and clack and chirp. Some sound like those pendulum desk toys with metal balls bouncing off one another faster and faster, louder and louder, until they suddenly cease as if a large hand has intervened in the laws of physics.

When the amphibians’ chatter ends, birds begin tentatively singing their morning songs. Some contribute lilting melodies while others sound vaguely like annoying car alarms. Where is the giant’s hand?

The sky has begun to lighten and the squirrels are dancing in the dry leaves as my cat Patches attends to their every move. I imagine in her dreams she chases them down and gives them a good scolding. 

  
I really don’t want to move from this spot, but even Wonder Woman has work to do.

  
Peace, and good morning, people!

In Praise of Eyeglasses

I petted a rug this morning. Bent down and stroked it before realizing it wasn’t my black cat.

Granted the lighting was dim, and I hadn’t had my first sip of coffee yet, but I talked to the rug in the voice I generally reserve for my black cat long before I got close enough to pet it.

I should’ve known something was up when she didn’t talk back.

Routine

Written in response to the Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: 

Just Another Day

Our days are organized around numerous small actions we repeat over and over. What’s your favorite daily ritual?

  

Once upon a time a handsome prince asked his lovely princess about her favorite routine.

“Routines,” she said, “are for the bored and boring.”

“And yet you drink coffee every morning. Two cups, with a splash of Irish creme,” he chided.

“That’s not routine, darling,” she purred. “That’s for survival. Your survival.”

And they lived happily ever after.

Peace, people
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It’s a Jungle Out There

  
Saint Helen (my mother-in-law) and I were enjoying our morning coffee out on our newly completed screened-in porch when this magnificent bird made an appearance. 

Saint Helen grabbed her iPhone and quickly snapped this photo as the bird flew away to handle some noisy business just around the bend in the lake. Our imaginations have run amok:

  • The bird is fending off an alligator
  • The bird is protecting a nest
  • The bird is attempting to establish its dominance over another male
  • The bird is trying to impress a female
  • The bird is auditioning for an episode of Swamp People.

Heck, we aren’t even sure what kind of bird this is. Maybe an egret? A heron? An ostrich? If any of my readers can identify it I’d be grateful.

Words Of Encouragement

c’mon!
you can do it!
rise and shine, girl.

nope.
i’m comfortable
right here in my bed.

c’mon!
time’s a’wasting!
the world’s your oyster!

nope.
go away. leave me.
mumble, mumble, mumble.

c’mon!
i brought donuts!
and coffee with Baileys.

nope.
wait. did you say
donuts? Baileys? i’m up.

  

Caffeine

Studly Doright drinks decaffinated coffee which drives me crazy. Caffeine is the very essence of coffee, the reason it caught on in the first place. Coffee without caffeine is just flavored water in varying shades of brown.

  My personal coffee mug

A cup of coffee 

With a bit of Irish Cream

Sipped in solitude

On this perfect spring morning.

What could be better?

Absolutely nothing, dear.

Unless, of course, friends

Stop by and share a pot with me.

That’s preferable.