Thursday…

winter afternoons
in the glassed gazebo, warm
from the distant sun.

A nice thought. We have had warmer temperatures, but the sun has been hidden behind the clouds. I have been working to not have my days disappearing unnoticed, but I am not managing that well. The time spent previously this week was enjoyable, and I am hopeful about next week’s weather, after the first day or two.

yet again the day
proceeded into evening,
afternoon bypassed

Yesterday, I wrote to my mother to cancel out on a drive to their home. I am not well and think it best to consider myself still contagious. (Al, also.) My parents do not need to add a broader selection of bacteria and viruses than they currently maintain. Think on ‘t, I don’t need that for myself, either, although I have not been so careful as I might have.

The weather through the weekend appears dangerous for driving, with snow and then temperatures at the freezing mark with chances of sleet, snow and blowing snow. Our current plan is to (a) get well within the next four days and (b) head for their place on Tuesday. Wednesday would be too late, because Mother has her appointment at the salon for a shampoo and hair color, and the chemicals do not agree with me. We could, if we had to, try for Wednesday morning.

so near, yet far, now
miles and years…miles seem longer
childhood’s lost in mist

Today, I tried a different approach to the day. I rode with Al when he took Samantha to the groomer’s shop, and then we stopped by Denny’s for breakfast. I ordered the new Supreme Green Skillet. Lots of avocados and really good. Al had a Philly Cheese Steak Omelette. We stopped by the grocer’s to pick up milk, juice, soup and fresh fruit and then came home.

I slept until Al came home with Samantha, woke up to feed her, and then woke up just before Al was ready to leave, again. He stayed long enough for me to take a shower.

And so I now am here alone, waiting for Elementary at nine o’clock, while Al’s off having coffee at “his” coffee shop. Ah! The nesting process is not limited by gender, but defined by comfort zones. If we ever get the basement straightened up, again, he will have a place to nest in the house. There are three hobby rooms downstairs, and only one of them is mine, and it doubles as a storage space….But I have my gazebo, which my husband planned and built.

I am going to have cottage cheese and watermelon for supper, I think. Maybe just a double helping of watermelon. Hmm!

Advertisements

One thought on “Thursday…

  1. Double the watermelon sounds great. So does watching Elementary. The haiku are grand. They take us away as haiku should. It’s good that Samantha and your mom will both have had their hair done. I was reading yesterday (again) about how avocados are healthy. Thank goodness they taste good. Thank you!

    Liked by 1 person

And you?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s