Our little rooster got in a fight with what I can only figure from his injuries was the loony toons boxing kangaroo. He’s convalescingin our shower with his lady friend until he stops seeing stars. In the meantime be you should all be grateful for social distancing!
I drink my water out of quart mason jars and litter them in my wake.
I fill them and lose them only to find them on counters and desks, on stools and the floor near the couch or the window by the bed.
This trail of water means that I occasionally have to deal with a kicked over quart of water (a thing that is only helpful if you were hoping to mop the floor anyway, which I never am). But this also means I never have to go searching for a watering can (a thing that my plants would appreciate, but I never think to do).
So in the end my water jars keep me hydrated, spot clean the floor and water the plants. Not bad for a forgetful habit enacted by a messy woman.
I used to start my day with a cup of tea. Or four.
I liked it black and steeped until the astringent liquid would hit my tongue and jolt me into wakefulness.
I liked it hot in my hands before it was cool enough to drink.
I slopped it over the sides of my tea cup on the way down the driveway in the morning and figured the wet pants were a small price to pay.
I had extra cups on cold winter days and slow days and sad days and grumpy days. I had extra cups in celebration of warm mornings and happy occasions and book reading afternoons.
I always used to start my day with a cup of tea, or six.
But now… having become fairly intolerant of excessive amounts of caffeine, I start my day with a cup of Mud.
MUD/WTR, as it is officially known, is lovely in a chocolaty dirt sort of way. I drink it with a bit of honey and milk. It’s warm and soothing and the bottom of the cup always contains an extra layer of gritty bitter sediment that if I close my eyes and squint as I knock the last bit back, I can almost pretend is akin to the tang of tea.
My morning mud is filled with mushrooms and turmeric and other things that are supposed to be great for me and most importantly just a smidgen of caffeine.
Nowadays tea gives me the attention span of a rabid squirrel with ADD if consumed in any amount that seems proper. Mud is like getting a warm hug in the morning and I’ve grown to love that hug (I’m big on hugs lately).
I used to start my day with a cup of tea or eight.
I’m no stranger to pulling my own cookies out of the pantry. Grown ass woman that I am, not only can I help myself to cookies, I have been known to bake a batch (okay, a double batch) of cookies just because I wanted one.
But just because I can do it, doesn’t mean my grumpy heart doesn’t melt when my husband pulls out a tiny mug of milk and two cookies for us to share.
We have never been big movie watchers. There always seems to be somewhere to go, or something to do, or someone to see… or at least there was.
Lately we’ve instituted a once a week movie night. And while it is nice to watch a movie more than once every six months the actual reason we started it was for the snuggle time. The girls have all been in need of more hugs and more cuddles, (Who hasn’t?) and everyone, even the teenager, wants “just two minutes of snuggling” at bedtime.
So now once a week we all pile on the couch, the dogs and cats are optional and frequent add-ons, and re-charge our snuggle-meters. And if we enjoy a movie in the process, so much the better.
Where is your snuggle-meter at these days and do you have a family movie recommendation?