If These Walls Could Yawn!
The alarm oozed, rather than blared, as the late great Richard Harris lamented that “Someone left the cake out in the rain”*; rendering the snooze button obsolete. This was, apparently, a special one-of-a-kind cake, whose loss was enough to bring the famous Irishman close to tears.
Tossing the covers aside, the air stirred for the first time since the cat had zipped across my head, an hour previously, and I caught a whiff of Tully’s Madison Blend as it made its way toward the window. Every evening I instruct the coffeemaker to brew 12 cups at 2:47 the following morning and it was satisfying to know that someone in the household listened to me, on occasion.
The shower held promise for some minor excitement when I couldn’t get the cold-water spigot to function, but the matter was resolved fairly quickly…and those extra layers of skin are mainly for decoration, anyway.
Morning will be spent at the computer with a minor break for Meet The Press. Lunch will consist of leftover Chicken Lo Mein from last night’s dinner, then a rigorous afternoon of Master’s golf from my faux leather rocker. Whew! I’m getting a little worn out just thinking about it.
Through the early evening I will reedit and prepare some blogs from another site for reposting here over the course of the next few days.
Finally, it will be bedtime.
But, first I’ll have to have a chat with the coffeemaker.
* From “Macarthur Park”, blame the words and music on Jimmy Webb.
I know the song well....as it was my sister's favorite wayyy back there in history.....she played it over and over until we all had it memorized....then she had a garden wedding and reception and we feared for the wedding cake, hoping there would be no connection to the song....we even had the weather lady staged for a secret message in case rain was predicted for that special day, but as it turned out the weather lady said it would be a perfect night for special occasions such as a wedding and there was no cake melting in the rain......
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Glad the cake was saved, Ms. Zola. After all, that's the most important thing about a wedding.
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A pretty peaceful day, although maybe not for Gwendolyn.
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She has a hard time relaxing, Montucky. Perhaps I should slip some Ritalin in her food.
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I feel like I got to meet the depressed. How did you make it through such a day?
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I either make it, or I don't. Days won't wait on me, it seems.
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Depressing? Sounds like the perfect day to me! I think if I could get the coffee maker to listen to me, my life would be bliss too.
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Training a coffeemaker is not a walk in the park, but well worth the effort.
I recommend it.
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Wow - and I thought I got up early. The only encouragement I can offer is actually some advice: adjust water temperature before stepping into shower. Perhaps Gwendolyn would be willing to test it for you...
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If I could think rationally enough at that hour to adjust the water temperature, Wolf, I wouldn't need the obedient coffeemaker...and Gwendolyn sleeps in.
Thanks for the advice, anyway.
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