Tag: mornings

My saddle’s waiting – come and jump on it

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Good morning. Happy Wednesday. It’s Remembrance Day here, at shortly before 11am, I’ll head down to the towns cenotaph to pay my respects.

Good news in TinyTown! I have procured a job! Tonight is my first night – trial by fire. I’m excited and nervous. I pretty much talked my way into this job, now we’ll see if I can produce!

But right now, I needs me some coffee.

Crystal showed me a cool get around for Duolingo, that give me unlimited hearts. For the iOS version you got 5 hearts – you get a question wrong you lose a heart. You lose all the hearts and you have to practice to get them back. It really slows you down. It got to the point, that I wasn’t doing any lessons, just my daily goal Nd that was it. Yesterday, I had fun and actually banged out over 200 xp!

I’m back baby!

You’re an all night generator wrapped in stockings and a dress

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-18 feel like temp -25c it’s frigid out there this morning. Two days ago in RI it was 75f. My dads truck has been running for about 45 minutes and it’s still a block of ice.

I slept like a rock last night. Passed right out.

So I’m slightly a head in Full Dark, I don’t want to get too far a head for book club, so I figured I’d read a book that I don’t really have to concentrate on. You guessed it, I grabbed my old beat up copy of Twilight. Yeah, I’m just that basic.

In my defense though, King’s short stories are like gold. Fast and easy to read. It’s like he’s almost build for short stories. I think with his longer books he doesn’t know how to end them sometimes.

But for right now, I’m gonna stay warm, drink some coffee, and chat with Crystal. Enjoy your Tuesday, y’all.

Time stands still – beauty in all she is

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Good morning. It’s like a winter wonderland out there. Just a dusting of snow, on top of ice, so it’ll be a death trap out there, because the town doesn’t believe in sanding/salting the roads – you know, for safety. But don’t get me started on that!

According to one of 29 calendars in the house, it’s Monday. It’s also voting day for the town here. So I’m sure it’ll be a big shit show getting everyone down there.

But first, there’s always time for coffee!

I slept like a rock. I don’t think I moved at all. Didn’t get up once.

Happy Monday y’all!

Yeah it’s been a long night – and the mirror is telling me to go home

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Good morning. We’re under a winter storm advisory. I guess shits about to get real here. I slept pretty good last night. Again, only up to go to the bathroom, but another solid sleep.

Coffee.

I’m pretty sure I found the channel today, that’s playing at least the first couple of Fast and Furious movies. I’m watching the first one right now.

I don’t think there’s too much going on here. Everyone’s home, which means my dad will get up around 11, eat lunch and go back to sleep until 4, have dinner around 5:30/6:00. Manage to stay up til 8, and then Shady Acres will go back to sleep for the evening.

But for right now, it’s quiet, and I have coffee.

Here I go, here I go, here I go again

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Good morning. Happy Saturday. I passed out last night. It was a combination of allergy drugs, melatonin, and just being tired. But mostly it was the allergy meds. I’m still stuffy this morning. But it’s always bad in the mornings. I have to be better tonight, tonight is SNL.

Last week in the local newsletter, there was a position of store floor manager at the local furniture store. I applied, and sent the owner a quick email, just asking for an informal sit down just to talk about the position a little more and to learn about the company a little more. I had that sit down yesterday morning.

Also, mom had to go to the dentist. She left early in the morning. She knew I was going to talk to the furniture woman and said it was no problem to leave my grandmother at home. I got the email saying that she was leaving the dentist and was on her way home. It takes her a half hour to get home. I got up and dressed and told my grandmother that mom would be home in 20 minutes. And left. Just on foot, because it’s in TinyTown, and it’s literally 5 minutes down the road.

It was a great talk, and I think that the owner is going to have to think about who she provisionally hired, and all that. I think/hope I impressed. Anyways, fast forward to after lunch, and my mom said that when she got home, my grandmother was waiting outside for her, without her walker, both doors wide open. Just standing out there waiting. This is a woman that can’t stand for more than a couple of minutes. Who knows how long she was out there for. I feel guilty for leaving her. Mom says not to feel guilty at all. It wasn’t my fault or anyone’s fault. It’s the dementia.

On a happy note, it’s Saturday, so that means it’s almost time for the Lockup Library Book Club. In a few hours we’ll be talking about 1922 in Full Dark, No Stars. I got the chance to sit down and read, and just about finished this first short story. Woot!

It feels like my head is filled with mud. Coffee is helping. I think that was the most solid sleep I’ve had in a looong time. Which is really really nice. Wow, just scrolling up, man, I got wordy. That doesn’t happen very often. And heavy. I try and keep it light and happy here.