Good Morning My Babies!
After a few days of badly needed rain, the sunshine returns. After several years of living with the bitchy La Nina, her much calmer brother, El Nino has settled in. Much like HRG, El Nino loves the sun and the warm temperatures. Gracias! There will be no beaching it today though. The sting is finally gone from the back of my legs, but the redness and tenderness remain. Therefore, no over exposure to the sun. It's not worth the pain.
Maybe tomorrow.
Today we'll talk about time. How fast it flies, how there is never enough of it......
Through the grapevine I hear that the middle critter of DTVCB will be married today. This is wonderful news. It's a shame we all can't be there to celebrate. I remember when the soon-to-be newlyweds first met, how sweet it was to see them holding hands, walking across the parking lot at the megaboxstupidstore we all worked at. It seems like yesterday, not more than five years ago now. This is the example of how time flies. They are a terrific couple and I wish them many years of happiness. I only hope that DTVCB is included and not shut out. Whether he still speaks to me or not, I will always consider both him and his furry sidekick as my friends, and never wish anything bad on them. This should be a day of love and happiness.
There's also been some talk about HRG's lack of communication. Let's walk through my average day, shall we?
6 a.m.
The alarm beeps, one or two kitties are there to pull back the covers (no hitting the snooze button when they're hungry). HRG's feet hit the floor, headed towards the kitchen. Coffee is made. Straightener plugged in and warmed up. Sipping fresh coffee, fighting with this mop called hair, trying to read messages and the paper at the same time. HRG, the Queen of MultiTasking.
6:40 a.m.
Shower, make up, get dressed. Working with the public means always looking good. No hair in pony tail, makeupless face or putting on whatever is handy.
7:05 a.m.
Make a fresh pot of coffee, wake TCB. Put dishes away, tidy up, go outside to water the garden (unless TCB is in the shower, in which case HRG has 15 minutes to answer an e-mail or leave a FB note)
7:40 a.m.
Double check food and water, it's hot and the critters will need fresh water all day. Get workstuff together, get in the car and go.
8:10 a.m.
Early morning city traffic is a bitch. Seems we all take the same "shortcut" to work. TCB drops me off, I walk the rest of the way. It's the only alone time I get every day. Fifteen minutes. Wow. This is the time I use to learn new material. I get no time to actually rehearse it.
8:25 a.m.
Keys in hand, the door to the store in unlocked, alarm turned off and HRG's workday begins.
6 p.m.
TCB is waiting to take me home. Like Mystery Mama, my day is spent on my feet (no sitting down at all!) lifting boxes, up and down ladders, moving, moving, moving. Anyone interested in knowing exactly how HRG manages to stay a trim size one outta do my job for a week.
6:30 p.m.
The same early morning traffic takes the same "shortcut" home at nite. Twenty or thirty minutes in the car beats an hour on the bus by a long shot. It's almost an hour on the bus from the mall where I work to home. Check the transit schedule.
7 p.m.
The great dinner discussion has taken place, now it's cooking.
7:30 p.m.
Eat. Watch Jeopardy with TCB.
8:00 p.m.
Drag the lawnmower out and deal with the grass and weeds. Water (and lightly weed) the gardens.
8:30 p.m.
Exhaustion has set in, but there's laundry to be done, after dinner clean up, paperwork.......
9:30 p.m.
HRG is zombie. Close my eyes, just for a minute and then......
6 a.m.
The alarm beeps and it all begins again.......
On rehearsal nites, just skip the whole coming home and having dinner part. Those nites it's picked up after work, meet up with our drummer and go. Dinner (or a sad excuse for one) is usually eaten around ten thirty(ish), if at all.
In all of this, I'm trying to find the energy to keep my marriage alive, maintain friendships and in short, be all things to everyone.
I'm doing the best I can.
As always, it's just not good enough.
HRG
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