Nearly every morning Roland gets up at
5:30. More than not I’ll get up at that
time too (provided I’m not already up – due to not being able to sleep in my
room) as he needs to be to work by 7:00 (or at least it is the time he chose to
be there) but does need to be to work on Wednesdays until 11:00.
On Saturday we usually go to the Church to
clean. We try to be there by 8:00 (at
least for this month) and then we have the garden at 9:00 (which changes to
8:00 next month – but I think it should already be at 8:00 and then changed to
7:00) and on Sunday he’s got meetings which generally start at 7:00 or 7:30.
Roland’s usually up by 5:30 regardless.
But I like to stay in bed as long as possible – especially when I
haven’t slept well the night before.
I didn’t seem to have any troubles
whatsoever when Jenna and I were watching one of her TV programs
yesterday. After missing practically the
entire program (one I hadn’t already seen forty times in the last three years)
I finally told her that I was going to lay down.
Of course by the time I got all the way to
my room from the couch (less than twenty steps from couch to bed; I checked) I
couldn’t get comfortable and so did not sleep in my bed yesterday but seemed to
do okay on the couch (sitting up position nonetheless)
Roland doesn’t get off until 8:00 and so
whenever I picked Jenna up from school on Wednesdays, we would wander – never
in a hurry to get home (not that I’m ever in a hurry; I’m pretty tired of our house and neighborhood
and the number of cars that make an appearance across the street. Biff told me he witnessed a drug bust the
other night.
I have perspired so much that I’m forced to
wash loads every other day. Thank
goodness I have a clothes line or my bills would be more costly than they
already are. I still dry the towels in the dryer though. The texture of sandpaper does not appeal to my wet skin. But I like what the sun does to my whites.
I am saddened for those who have lost their
homes in Colorado and pray for them.
Damn elements!
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