Saturdays are supposed to go like this:
We sleep only moderately late. We decide how we’re doing breakfast–then we do it. Mother may fix her to-die-for pancakes or we may fix our own boring breakfast–cereal or egg and toast. Then we walk to Starbucks while Mother has her boring oatmeal. David gets the house coffee with room for cream. Sometimes he sneaks in a roll if mother-in-law’s nutty wheat pancakes weren’t part of the plan. I order a tall coffee decaf frappuccino with a tiny bit of chocolate syrup on top.
We sit outside if it’s nice. We talk about the week, our kids and grandkids, what we’re not getting done, and our retirement, which we’re also not getting done. After we’ve had enough sustenance to get us home, we walk back from St. Arbucks, as my friend Brother Mapes calls it.
None of this happened today. One little thing got us off track. We had to be at the bank and post office before they closed. We also had to get back so David could install a new garbage disposal. Maybe that was three little things got us off track. We did have lunch (too late for breakfast–but I don’t care for breakfast much anyway–unless it’s Georgia Lou’s crunchy nutty pancakes). We were together. We did talk. But I didn’t get my walk and my frappuccino.
David is in the kitchen crouched over a shiny new garbage disposal while I’m in here talking about it. Some talk. Some do.
We were supposed to be retired in Oregon in a brand new house in the country just the right distance from two of our grandkids. I was supposed to have frappuccino and a walk and a house in the country. Do you see my hands on my hips and my lower lip down to my chin?
Some complain. Some keep working on getting the house ready to sell–just in case.
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Hi Marty – I’m sorry you didn’t get your frappacino (and I’ll bet I mis-spelled it, too!), but I COULD offer you some Kona Coffee–yummmm!
Are you guys waiting to sell your house until the market improves, or is it just that you already have it listed and the market there is like it is here (and in New Mexico) too?
Weather here is downright cool. We’ve had cloudy and rainey for the past 4 days, and right now at 2 in the afternoon it’s only 64 degrees. I know you probably don’t feel exactly sorry for us at this temperature, but when the breeze blows off the ocean, it makes things feel pretty cold. Of course, right now it’s 33 degrees, cloudy and windy in “beautiful down town Cuba”!
You and your family have been in our prayers during the recent events your family have gone through. God bless you.
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Kathy, thanks. We’re feeling blessed right now. Complaining would be unacceptable–except for not getting my frappuccino. By the way, I had to look up how to spell it. Blessings to you!
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Hi Marty, I enjoy your commentary! Life can be very interesting with its twists and turns. We never know what is around the corner, but at least we know “Who” is there to guide us through! Have a great day!
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Mary, I meant to comment days ago. You are such an example to me. It looks like I’ll have to miss my frappuccino again in the morning. Think I’ll make it?
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