In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Me Time.”
What’s your ideal Saturday morning? Are you doing those things this morning? Why not?
The plan was for an ideal or almost ideal day. Breakfast in the morning at curbside. Art class — oilpainting where I get to use color, a friend coming over in the afternoon for power tools extravaganza, and an evening at home with my husband. And then the damned cat strikes.
Brought home flowers for Bob last night. We both like them and it was easy since I was at the grocery store anyway. Since Bob has been feeling a bit under the weather for the last few weeks I’ve gotten in the habit of bringing home something to cook for dinner, then cooking it, and doing the dishes for him. Flowers are just a nice touch. I like being able to spoil him occasionaly since he does such a good job taking care of me.
Beautiful not quite blooming flowers looked wonderful on the table last night. But this morning came out to find that Charlie had been at work. Knocked over the vase and ate the unopened flowers. So we won’t get to see them open. Spilled the water all over my laptop computer. Hope it is OK. I’ll find in a couple of days after we let it dry out. Right now it’s sitting on the table sideways, dripping water from the insides. That DAMNED CAT.
The day will go on as planned. Breakfast, Art, Friend over for Tool Making, and a date with Bob tonight. So a perfect hedonistic day of joy. Only slightly marred with worry about the computer. I don’t have a good backup of my stuff and I should since as a software database engineer I know better. But on the optimistic side, no more water is coming out from the vents, so it will probably be OK.