Fun Monday November 9

Mama Rehema is hosting Fun Monday this week. She asks us to describe a typical weekday.

My typical weekday isn't too exciting. I wake up in the morning and think, "Oh, God, another day of this." I say good morning to Buddha my dog who is taking up 3/4 of the bed even though he only weighs 55 lbs. I open the window and have him jump out into the garden to lift his leg (Don't worry; the bedrooms in my townhouse are downstairs). Buddha jumps in again. I add a pair of cutoff sweatpants to the t-shirt and underwear I slept in, and we go upstairs. I put a cup of Canidae in Buddha's Tug-a-Jug for breakfast. I take pills and vitamins and make a pot of tea. I eat something if there is anything in the fridge or cupboards.

I go back downstairs and search the newspapers and the internet for jobs to apply for. I make a cup of tea. I attempt to network for job leads by calling and e-mailing people who might be able to help. So far none of them have been able to. I have a meltdown and cry. I drink 32 ounces of water with a pack of Emergen-C vitamins mixed in. I eat some sort of lunch. I call or am called by various creditors who kindly offer payment arrangements that require 3x as much money as I have in the world. They tell me what a loser I am and how irresponsible. Eventually, I tell them my cell phone battery is going dead and I hang up. I drink 32 more ounces of water with a splash of lemon mixed in. I have a meltdown and cry.

I decide to take the dog to the park. Sometimes I take a shower and sometimes I don't. Sometimes I brush my hair and sometimes I don't. I take off my cutoff sweatpants and substitute a pair of jeans. I add socks. I brush my teeth. I drive to the Lauderdale off-leash dog park and I hope to see someone I'm acquainted with so I can make small talk with someone other than my dog. I watch my dog so I can pick up after him. I point out funny things my dog and other dogs are doing so as to make conversation. I stay until the sun goes down. When I can't see my dog anymore, I get in the car with him and drive home.

I drink more water with a splash of lemon. I watch a DVD from the library or one I own that I've seen a dozen times or more. I think about the chores I'm not doing. I get hungry and eat something when I really shouldn't so late in the day. At about 11:30, the timer turns on the clump of tiny white Christmas lights I have out on an endtable in the northeast corner of my livingroom. I say to the dog, "Bedtime." I shut off the DVD player and the TV. And we go downstairs. I open the window and have Buddha jump out into the garden to lift his leg. I brush my teeth. I take off my jeans and my socks. I let Buddha back in. He settles in the middle of the bed. I turn off the lights and press 2 buttons on my iPod to get it to play a spoken word track, sometimes Gwen Watford reading "At Home in Thrush Green" by Miss Read, sometimes Basil Rathbone reading the Sherlock Holmes story "Silver Blaze," sometimes Boris Karloff reading some of Rudyard Kipling's "Just So Stories," sometimes Joan Hickson reading a short story by Agatha Christie. I have a meltdown and cry a bit. I blow my nose and mop my face. I suck on a Ricola throat lozenge. I fall asleep.

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