My husband often fixes my collar, tucks in a tag, or straightens my jacket when I’m going out somewhere. I’m awful about just yanking on clothes without looking in a mirror. Mr. Tidy adjusts my most obvious imperfections and shakes his head.
“I just can’t get the eastern NC out of you.”
Oh yes, when one grew up in the big metropolis of Cha-lit, one gets to say things like that to the small town girl, who pays no attention because she has a personal valet.
Miss Piggy woke me at 5 this morning. I never ignore her calls. Even with her meds, she’s a leaker, so when she asks to go outside, we spring into action. She may not even do anything out there. It’s probably all a ruse to get an early breakfast, but it works. With Dearly Beloved being the lighter sleeper, it’s generally his job, but this morning it was up to me. DB had long since wandered into the guest room during the night. Somebody must have been snoring. Hey–it’s not always me; Miss Piggy’s nocturnal noises can dislodge bathroom grout.
I let her out, poured food in her bowl, stuck her chewable don’t-pee-on-the-floor pill into the Pill Pocket which she requires, and then opened the back door, and stood back. It’s worth it to watch her Greyhound dash to the laundry room and the waiting food bowl, the only time she runs all day. It was still so early, I went back to bed, doubting I’d be able to go back to sleep.
I was wrong about that. I turned on my bedside audio book and lay in that delicious semi-conscious state. Even a murder mystery becomes a bedtime story when a pleasant voice is reading it in your ear. When I opened my eyes again, it was almost 9 AM.
Yikes! I’d planned on putting some chicken bones out in the garbage early because it’s pickup day. Was I too late? I pulled on some old yellow pajama bottoms under my short gown and matching bathrobe, grabbed the chicken bones from the fridge, and dashed out the front door.
The street was lively because of the lateness of the hour. Such a lovely day! I discarded the bones, not too late after all, gathered a few dead branches and stacked them by the street, picked up the newspapers, then watched the smirking squirrel hanging out near the lamp post to make sure the little bastard didn’t dig up the Clematis I planted there last fall.
I was glad I’d pulled on my pajama bottoms. Otherwise, all my bend-overs would have been X-rated to all those passers-by.
When I back inside and laid the newspapers on the hall table, I caught my reflection in the mirror. Oh, the horror! My gown and matching robe were firmly caught in the back waistband of my pajama bottoms.
I am SO hoping that all that traffic wasn’t because aghast drivers had to ride around the block to get another glimpse of that full yellow Carolina moon!
That was the ugly, here’s the bad and the good:
My computer is needing more diagnostic tests than most hospital patients ever require. Mostly e-mail issues–my main e-mail address suddenly disappeared from the planet and no, it wasn’t due to a sunspot on the aforementioned moon! BUT… if I suddenly disappear for a while, know that I’m outside, trying to pull e-mails from thin air.
The good news is that I won a most delightful prize from Mille Fiori Favoriti’s One World, One Heart event on her wonderful New York City blog. My prize is an illustrated journal and a stationery folio by artist Kelly Rae Roberts. I’m quite familiar with her work, thanks to my daughter–a big fan. Pat, your random number generator may have generated a cool factor for me within my family! Thanks!