Morning
That first cup is a cappuccino, vanilla. It is not a drink that comes with a sensational aroma like coffee. But it is not packed with acid that upsets my tummy, and it does not go right through me, exiting as soon as I pour it in, like coffee. What is the difference? I don’t know. One is from a bean. One is a powder, like a big glass of Nestle Quick. But the hot Quick stays put a minute, and it washes down the vitamin and Glucosamine tablets I take each morning. I enjoy a slow go of waking up, and let the kids do their thing to get ready for their day while I do. Missus and I talk about the current events in the family, and eventually I take the girls to the bus stop where they take off for school each day Mondays through Thursdays.
Today is a typical day. There is a conversation about the size of our youngest child’s shoes in order for me to report that back to our oldest so he can get her a present for her birthday coming up in about two weeks. He’s good that way and puts in the effort. What more could a parent want than to know that if said parent were to disappear off the surface of the Earth, their kids would take care of each other, or at least be able to take care of themselves?
Our second child will be by today to help split firewood again. I moved the log splitter and the big pile of wood yesterday so we can load the bunk as we go. He did not like the trailer loading out back and then having to unload it into the bunk beside the house. I don’t blame him. It all stemmed from the mess I had going out there in the Service Yard last year when the new tractor arrived. I cleaned it all up and had decided that the whole setup would not fit well in there with the tractor in as well trying to do the lifting. Well, we will try it anyhow, and I have tried to set up with the space for it. Splitting wood is the big chore I have to look forward to today. But if we get the pile done that it out there, we will undoubtedly have most of the wood ready for winter, and I can breathe a lot easier knowing that the wood is drying a little before we burn it, and that I can relax and work more wood with an eye to having it ready for next year. Yes, that’s right. We will finish this mad dash through firewood just to keep doing it still, only at a more relaxed pace. I need to get this into my daily schedule.
All this is to say where my mind is in a typical morning like this one. Not that I am working any of this in the morning. That will al come after the cappuccino and taking the kids to school. If our second arrives at his usual time, it will be within twenty minutes or so after I get back from the bus run, and we will get started soon after that. I think these thoughts through so I can eventually get to the point where I remind myself that I need to get tarps to cover the wood this weekend before the rain comes next week. Best keep it dry now, rather than bringing in rain-soaked wood to try to light in the fire as it gets colder with the changes in the weather, and especially with that rainfall.
Time to leave soon. I did not have my usual second cup. There is only so much a man can stand of the stuff each day. Some habits cannot remain consistent, even in habit form.
Lunchtime
We took a break at noon and son left. Then I went back at the wood splitter for a bit before I called it off just after 2:00PM. I ate some ravioli, then caught up on the news. I watched an episode of CSI: NY while eating.
Evening
For me, the evening starts when I go to get the kids from the bus stop. I get a few minutes there to catch up on the news a little more, then after they arrived, the girls and I went to town and got some rabbit food, and some whole corn. We went to the thrift store and picked up a couple of puzzles for our ninth grader’s art class, and we grabbed Subway sandwiches for supper when we got home.
I thought about going out and doing more log splitting, but after all that for a day, I decided not to. So here I am sat down for a spell and enjoying the quiet evening without running myself into the ground.
I want to add too that it is another good day. No bones pain. I am muscle sore, but that does not hurt like bone sore, so I am pretty happy this evening. I just want to rest it all off because I can. There will be plenty to do tomorrow.