When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love. ~Marcus Aurelius, Stoic Philosopher, Roman Emperor
When you arise
Category: Blogging 101
Who needs sleep?
I should have known that I was tempting fate when I set my alarm for 8 A.M. today.
Sure enough Riley was up at 5, “requesting” my attention.
I had to get up…
I carefully made my way down the stairs and opened the door to the back garden.
A few minutes later she was back in the house.
I foolishly thought we would go back to sleep.
To her credit, she did lie down but just could not settle into sleep.
A few puppy kisses later, I was up for the day at 5:30.
She went outside again and I made coffee.
Now she is asleep by the fire.
I am wide awake sipping coffee earlier than I had planned.
I heard a train’s whistle blow as it passed.
At least someone else is awake!
How it is
I learned years ago with my children that I had to adjust my life to meet their needs.
Some were easy adjustments, others more demanding.
Such is the price of loving and caring for others.
Have a wonderful day!
~Lori
Store bought, oh my!
Yesterday, I “prepared” my Thanksgiving Dinner.
It’s a far cry from when my sons were little and their Dad was alive.
Then, we all pitched in to prepare a festive meal.
I cooked the turkey, dressing, gravy and vegetables.
My sons and their Dad baked pies. This practice started when they were elementary school age.
Dad also took care of other side dishes.
Zoe, our beautiful standard poodle, took care of anything that hit the floor.
Now I have a precooked turkey dinner and a few sides on order from New Seasons grocery store.
A friend will bring fruit salad, a green salad and wine.
Add an almond cake from Zupan’s and a chocolate ganache cake from La Provence and it’s done!
It’s not a Norman Rockwell painting by any means.
I am forcing myself not to dwell on what is missing but on what will I will have.
A good friend, a warm house, cheerful fire, lovely music and Riley, my mini Aussiedoodle.
No self-pity.
No sadness.
I choose happy.
I am at peace.
Good morning!
I was startled and then amused to have this little face staring at me this morning.
Eighteen pounds of Riley, my sweet mini AussieDoodle.
Time to get up!
Sometimes I am really tired and want to sleep a bit more. Rubbing her tummy or stroking her back will usually send her back to sleep for a bit.
Not today.
Years ago my Husband brought me a cup of hot tea every morning as my wake-up.
How do I train Riley to do that?
P.S.
This is the rest of the story for those who read my “Pretty Cool” post.
The Google Assistant worked perfectly.
It made my restaurant reservation for the correct time, date and number of people. I could not have done it better myself.
The young person who showed me to my table was amused that I was nervous about a computer-generated transaction.
Oh well.
And no, Google did not pay. Darn it!
Breaking my fast
I am trying to eat good food when I “break my fast” but, it’s not always easy mainly due to lack of time and a bit of laziness.
I don’t want to cook first thing in the morning and I don’t want to clean up afterwards.
However, I do want to eat well. Continue reading “Breaking my fast”
Music, Familiar
I woke up early. I did not want to get up but I did convincing myself that I would feel even worse staying in bed.
I forced myself to dress, go downstairs, make a cup of coffee, drink some water and sit by the fire for a few minutes. This routine is how I start most of my days and have for years.
This is my comfortable “rut”. Continue reading “Music, Familiar”
One hand clapping
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function. F. Scott Fitzgerald, American Novelist
Thoughts on Blogging
What has been will be again
What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun. *
I blog about my experiences.
I reveal my fears.
I share my happiness, my sorrows and my insights.
My concerns are nothing new to mankind. Continue reading “Thoughts on Blogging”
Why She Wanted to Kill Him…
A man and a woman are in a “second time around” relationship.
Both bring baggage, hurt, and trepidation into the mix.
Things are going really, really well.
Lori Greer in Portland 