Sleeping arrangements are fluid and depends on who gets the bed or basket or recliner
there will be
when there isn’t enough
for both on the recliner so
to work at the computer is so boring and yet
that sleeping resumes and then television and a cup of tea is manageable
a constant supply of cheap food with pull
back lids set upon
a high level is tolerable
of laundry wind down to floor
mats and duvets and random
yet still there are bins and baskets and bags and general loose ends that are set aside while swollen ankles ache and frozen shoulder seizes
dishes are reasonably clean and dirty
in a cycle of day to day existence in the middle of this shift in family, possessions, luggage, pets and dreams
at the centre is a maternal management
worse for wear and exhausted by worry yet hopeful and proud
ignoring winter salt stains on the boots and the grit by the door for a little while longer until the sun warms and melts and the green shows through
perhaps revealing some
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Some nights the internet server doesn’t cooperate with my writing blog habits and flickers into a blank screen. Often, my high strung senior cat drapes herself over the keyboard or lurks behind the laptop lid watching me type and considers her chances to bite down on my fingers as I try to type. Consistently, I sit for awhile considering what to write about and usually snap it all off and try again later when something interesting pops into mind. Tonight, the deterrent to my writing is that I’m thinking about food. I ate my breakfast about noon and my lunch about seven p.m. so my supper hour is just kicking in apparently.
I am perfectly capable of making something interesting for myself and most likely I will. It is just very inconvenient to mess up the kitchen . It would be quite silly for a mature woman my age to jump in the car and drive all the way into town to get something as all the restaurants are closed except for the fast food places. My desire at the moment ( 12:03 a.m.) is for fluffy, hot, buttery mashed potatoes, creamy coleslaw, tangy meatloaf with chili sauce and chocolate pie with just a little whipped cream. There is a big possibility I will make this for dinner tomorrow and ensure that there will be leftovers for late night weekend munchies.
This leaves me with my go to late,late night meal with the ingredients at hand. Toasted bacon, cheese and tomato sandwich, with mustard and ketchup on the side, a dill pickle or two and some chocolate cookies I have stashed in the pantry for emergencies like this one and a big pot of tea. The dear cat, endearingly curled up asleep now beside my computer screen having given up on immediate attention and settling instead for mere proximity to my tapping fingers, is welcome to share a wee bit of my toast. Afterall, that’s what friends do.
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