I awoke at 2:30 AM to the sound of a cat barfing somewhere close to me. Maxine prefers to deposit a hairball on her little rug or the small rug on my side of the bed. So I carefully placed my foot on the hardwood floor to avoid the rug and immediately found were the sound came from. I got up, put the lights on, cleaned it up, went back to bed. Couldn't get back to sleep. My right shoulder and left hip started aching, Maxine plunked her body against my head and purred loudly but contently in my ear. She was wide awake and ready to play. By six, she was running kitty olympics down the length of the house and I still couldn't get into a good sleep so here I am with my coffee, my cat, and my computer. It's about 60 out now, very foggy, the woods are teeming with birds songs. The first orange day lily opened before I got up. It's actually my favorite time of day no matter what the weather. So I'll say "good morning" to all, get another cup of coffee, and head out onto the porch with my cat before I miss the peace and serenity that morning brings to me in the mountains.
Some days are full of doing tasks and chores that Cliff did for me. The floor wasn't that dirty but he enjoyed saying. "Guess I need to pull out the vacuum. I'm tripping over debris." I thanked him. Whenever I was in the kitchen trying out new recipes, making cookies or the double batch tapioca pudding for him, he was there beside (getting in my way sometimes) washing the utensils, pots/pans, cutting boards, drying them and putting everything back in their proper places only to have me take some things back out and reuse again. "I just washed that" he would state. He learned to ask if I were through with things before he cleaned up after me. I thanked him. He emptied the dishwasher when it was finished in such an orderly manner (getting in my way sometimes because I was also in the kitchen working but he wanted to be there with me). I thanked him. Every morning he made my bed reminding me of the order that the pillows needed to be placed. John&
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