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I’m sitting in a patch of sunlight with peroxide on my hair. There’s a chicken turning in the toaster oven and the house is nice and clean.
Mr. A finished my yard last night so now I can enjoy it’s manicured freshness. My ankle is propped on an old bucket and life is really good.
When Katie gets home I’ll have to sit and listen to her day. Depending upon how eventful it was this can take as little as two minutes or as long as several hours. Part of me is absolutely amazed that she still talks to me at the ripe old age of thirteen.
We generally eat as soon as Katie arrives home; this way I can have the cooking out of the way for the rest of the night because I’m lazy that way.
We will probably just take our plates out on the front porch today; it’s just too pretty to stay inside. Eventually she will grab her flute and practice while I read a book or write nearby.
Pretty soon the mailman will come walking down our path. Lily waits for him every day just to say hi. I think it’s funny because she’s supposed to be the vicious one.
In the distance I can see the trucks rolling down the highway. Close enough to watch, far enough not to hear. I got the best end of that deal I think!
Hopefully by this weekend I’ll be able to walk the dogs again; they’re getting a bit restless.
Regardless, I have this moment – and this moment is really good. How has your day been?
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