I normally rise to the sound of the morning news with a hot cup of coffee waiting on the vanity.
A happy hand waves at me as I pull out of the driveway.
I come home to a warm house, full of love and pleasant conversation.
The clothes are washed, the dishes are done, the grass is cut.
But for the last three days I’ve made my own coffee, I’ve came home to an empty house, and I’ve washed my own clothes… Life without my husband is absurdly difficult.
We have a wonderful marriage; I am a teacher, he is a doctor. But his job has required him to work away from home for two weeks…. I’m lost without him, but this ‘apart time’ has been wonderful for our marriage. During his absence I’ve had a chance to realize all the wonderful things he does for me everyday.
This week WordPress prompted me with the keyword “Absurd”, and this was the first thing that came to mind… The coffee, the clean clothes and dishes, the freshly cut grass, and so much more… I haven’t always said “thank you” to my husband, and that’s absurd; but I am forever thankful.
Spoiler Alert… John Dillinger is dead and so is Anne Boleyn. Both of these controversial individuals perished in interesting fashions with stories worth telling; so why did my friends get mad at me when I informed them that John and Anne are dead?
In the year 2008 my friends and I were standing in a snowy January box-office line waiting to see “The Other Boleyn Girl”. One of my friends voiced how much he liked Natalie Portman (the actress portraying Anne Boleyn), to which I replied, “you’re about to see her get her head chopped off.” I guess this was a *Spoiler Alert* because none of my friends knew the story of Anne’s love torn life and headless end. Needleless to say, they were all pretty mad at me.
In July of 2009 “Public Enemies” hit theaters; a movie set in the 1930’s about the notorious and totally awesome gangsters John Dillinger, “Baby Face” Nelson, and “Pretty Boy” Floyd. A movie full of guns, booze, action, and crime… so of course my friends and I went to see it. While waiting in line I said something like this; “It’s kinda ironic, isn’t it? That Dillinger was shot outside of a movie theater? And here we are, about to watch a movie about him.” Another historically accurate *Spoiler Alert* that my friends didn’t know.
So, just in case you didn’t know; The Titanic sank, Lincoln was shot in Ford Theater, Pocahontas didn’t marry John Smith, Harvey Milk was elected to public office, and Secretariat won the Triple Crown.
Daily Prompt: “Can you keep a secret? Have you ever spilled the beans?”
The heavy burden of visual reflection. The jaded misinterpretation of outward appearance. My routine and self-perception is all too often dictated by mirrors. Thus to wake up in a word without mirrors, you say, would help me focus on the truly important—what lies inside.
Though, to the cat a world without mirrors would be horrendous.
Daily Post Prompt: “You wake up to a world without mirrors. How does your life change?”
You want to know something I love. 160,000 people singing “God Bless the USA”, Sunoco Racing Fuel, and the look on my husband’s face when “Gentleman, start your engines” is said… and Hendrick Motor Sports, of course.
An indoor cat, an outdoor cat, and a window.
They have much to discuss about their separate worlds.
Two cats so much alike, and yet so different.
Click HERE to read another feline inspired post; Caffeine Cat, A Split-Second Story
Throw together some Spanish moss, glass rocks, a few tacky cloth flowers and POOF… you’ve got wedding isle decorations. This week you asked me to show you “something that contains something else”, and I’ll admit, at first I was stumped. But the first thing that came to mind when I thought “containers” was a mason jar… which took me back to my wedding day.
I’m not a procrastinator, I lead an efficient life. But when I do decide to put something off my excuse is always a hot cup of coffee.
“As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?” (Clary, City of Ashes)
Click here to read a post about my cat and a BUNN Coffee Pot… Today’s post was inspired by the Daily Post Prompt: What’s your “Procrastination Destination”?