One Day In December

I rolled out of bed just before nine o’clock and padded, well actually flip flopped, my way to the bathroom where I glanced out the window to see a skim of ice on the lake. It won’t last this time due to an impending warm spell, but a girl can dream, and it brings me great joy to think that I may get to skate on the lake soon.

Everyone else was still asleep so I quietly changed to yoga pants. I’m not really sure how quiet I actually was, but my husband’s hearing aids are in the recharging case on his bed table. He can’t hear much without them. So he continued snoring while I pretended to be quiet.

Then came morning exercises. It’s a new routine I developed to combine some physiotherapy with selective yoga, Something that had to be implemented to aid with SI joint issues, I have to admit that I miss some of my no-longer-advised yoga moves and the flow of a relaxing yoga routine, but I am pleasantly amazed by what has been accomplished with some kegels and glute squeezes. Afterwards, I made myself a tea while waiting for everyone to get moving. One never knows when that will take place even though a family breakfast was planned to happen at some point.

In the end, I couldn’t wait. It was getting late and I was getting hungry so I heated up some leftover mac and cheese that I had made earlier in the week and had myself a private brunch. This particular version of mac and cheese contained sausage, leeks, celery, plus red and yellow peppers. Not a bad brunch if I say so myself. It was well after eleven o’clock when I finished.

The Doc was now up and preparing to make eggs for him and JT. I headed back to the bathroom to wash up. Lo and behold! What do I see but undies on the rod. A variation of my husband’s new hobby of undies on the ledge that I mentioned in my last post. They certainly make life interesting these days.

While the other’s ate and cleaned up, I decided to practice piano; but my focus was off and my fingers were uncooperative so instead I decided to start Christmas decorating. If you have been reading for a while, you may recall a post written last December about shopping for our first fake Christmas tree. It was a bit of an adventure. We finally ordered one online that arrived a few days before last Christmas. It was disappointing upon unpacking, but improved with some tweaking, swearing and decorating.

I do miss a real tree. I don’t miss trudging over the muddy or snowy hills of the tree farm to find one. I really thought I would miss that but easy does have advantages, especially for our knees and feet. I do miss the real-tree smell but not the needles. And I do miss the ease in which my red bead garlands went on a real tree. I don’t miss the crawling around on the floor trying to water it, and The Doc certainly doesn’t miss putting on all the strings of lights.

After dragging the large, but surprisingly lightweight, tree-storage bag into our family room, I proceeded to open and assemble the tree. It was up in minutes. Adjusted in a few minutes more and ready to decorate. I couldn’t believe how well it had stored. How easy it was to get back to a treelike state.

Then I started putting on the red bead garlands and, after about two hours, decided that I probably wouldn’t bother putting them on ever again. I also decided that I was ready for a break. And a nap! My head was pounding, making my stomach queasy. Migraine symptoms. After a Motrin and an hour’s sleep and I was ready to face the world again.

JT was cooking. I love when someone else cooks. Thai green curry with chicken, peppers, and eggplant along with coconut rice were on the menu. Plus a special cocktail that originates at Sabrosa, my new favourite Mexican restaurant. The drink is called a coconut azure, made with coconut tequila, blue curacao, simple syrup and lime juice. I will tell you that am not a cocktail person, and I don’t care for fruity citrusy drinks. This, however, is very yummy. Not an everyday thing but certainly a nice treat once in a while. And certainly enjoyed today as we toasted the occasion. Then JT and The Doc cleaned up and I sat back and acknowledged that it wasn’t a bad day to turn sixty-six.