I slept in because I stayed up till the wee hours of the morning. I haven't had more sleep than normal, just to bed and up again at different times.
I wake up laying on my left side. I'm a side sleeper always for years now, left or right, changing in the night at least once. This is my view. I don't really watch TV in my bedroom, but one time I had a closet cleanout and rearrange project of two big closets that I wasn't really keen to start, so I brought my extra little TV in to keep me company while I attacked the project. That's been quite a while ago and I have never taken it back out. Do you see where I taped the antenna to the top of the tallest piece of decor?? 😆
Lovely....
I sit up on the side of my bed. Without thinking on it these days, I do it in a way I saw a doctor on TV say you should do it as you get older to keep from straining your back. Lay on your side, let your legs from the knee down hang over the bed and swing down as you sit up, kind of like a pendulum .... and vwa la ! I'm not sure I described that so you can imagine it, but it must work, because I've been doing it for years and have no back problems. LOLOLOL !
As I sit on the side of the bed for a moment to let my body get use to my now upright position, I look down at my feet as I stick them out and wiggle them around a little. I don't know why I do that, but it seems it has become a habit.... a habit that makes me smile. I can't remember the year I started doing that, but it was while I lived in Texas. My Grandmother had some sort of event that may have been a type of stroke, although it was never quite named, where one day my Uncle went to visit after not being able to get her on the phone and found her alive but naked on the floor of her closed in back porch. No apparent injuries, but confused and unable to get up. From that day on, she was never able to walk again, although the rest of her worked just fine.
I remember sitting on the side of my bed one morning, looking down at my feet and wiggling them around and thinking that I should be more conscious of each morning that I could wake up and actually get out of my bed on my own. Somehow, it became I little bit of a ritual-like habit each morning.
I admire the pretty color of my nightgown. It's fairly new and the color makes me happy. I head to the kitchen to put on some coffee, amaretto again.. my current fav. I hesitate half a second and wonder if a morning coffee toddy would be wrong....LOL... I mean the bottle was sitting right there ! I chose not, but for real, when I do add some real amaretto to an evening coffee toddy, it is only a splash to intensify the amaretto flavor, so barely any alcohol per cup.
I had decided to do a post when I woke up, so I came back to get started while I wait for my coffee to finish.
I wonder what I will be saying on my post. I am in the moment it seems, but my mind still twirls ideas around. I don't know how you folks that post every day do it. I don't have that much to say ! Well... I mean if you were here, I'd probably talk your ears off, but to write daily on a post about.... whatever, I somehow haven't figured that out. I feel no pressure too, but sometimes think it would be nice if something flowed out every day.
Last night as I flipped TV channels around, to nothing much good, I continued on my sorting/cleaning out project. I had shown you where I had 10 thousand billion papery things that had accumulated in nooks, crannies and boxes and I got a HUGE amount of that done on the part where I sorted initially and tried to throw out and shred as much as I could. I finished the shredding part during my work breaks and lunch yesterday. I had not worked on it steady, but finally started again.
On the initial sorting into categories, one category was bits and pieces and small notebooks with words and sentences and ideas and funny things plus a few recipes that I am prone to jot down all over the the place as ideas come at odd times or maybe it was just something funny I wanted to remember or an artists name I wanted to research..... or a musician's music I wanted to check out. Last night, I further sorted that basket and hopefully, I will post on some of those ideas from the bits later.
I did come across little things that brought back memories, like this art that my nephew drew and colored for me back in 2001. That was the year I moved to San Antonio and I had come back home for my first Christmas visit. 21 years ago now and I had forgotten about it. Of course I'm keeping it. He would have been 5 or 6 then.
...but back to the now... I went back to the kitchen to grab my first cup and bring it back to the desk.
On the way to get it I think about having a bite to eat, not because I am hungry, because I am not, but because I "should" take a morning pill. Pills are poison..aren't they? I don't like the idea of taking pills. Anyway, I pass the mangos laying on the table and that sounds good, but they are so juicy and messy, I can't do that while I am typing, so maybe later.
Coming back I look at the photo of my dad I put out recently. Somehow I came across this photo of him during all my sorting and a pile of empty frames just happened to be close by. I grabbed the red one that just happened to fit this photo size and not only that, it was perfectly matched with his Redskins football cap. He has been out on the table since then and I have found that I have enjoyed saying "Hey Daddy" in a quiet, but happy voice when I pass it.
So here I am in the now and the rest of the day is before me. I don't have a plan, with the exception that in a couple of hours, I will go have some blood drawn for a routine doctor's appointment next week. The draw site is not really close to me, so I may take advantage of being in that part of the next town over and go to what use to be my favorite grocery store when I lived over there to get a few of my favorites from their deli. Maybe... or maybe it will be too hot and I will just get in the car and come straight back ! Time always tells those things... .doesn't it?
I guess I should get up from here now and do a few things before it is time to go out.
I hope you are all doing well and that your hearts are happy.
