Some mornings it is really hard getting up, dressed and out the door. Gus is jumping around like this is the most wonderful thing to do in the world and I just want to smack him. I stagger into the kitchen and take my little thyroid pill. I hate this pill. I have to take it on an empty stomach and I have to wait a while before taking my vitamins. How am I supposed to remember all this crap? No wonder I am such a grouchy old woman.
Thankfully, Doug has made coffee. I pour a cup. I get the half & half. I hear this aakk, aakk, aakk. Oh yeah. Flo. She wants some, too. But hold the coffee. I give her some and I say, “It’s a good thing your only six pounds.” She pays no attention to me and walks off when she finished. She doesn’t even say thank you. “Ungrateful little snot.” OK. Back to me. I take a sip. Man! I go to the bathroom, rinse off my teeth and put them in. I can’t take all that heat on the roof of my mouth.
Already, it’s 82 outside. The forecast says 95 today. Doug says we should get going. He has all ready got the sheets in the washer. He makes me sick. By the time I finally manage to get dressed, the sheets are on the line. We finally make it out the door. It’s not too bad. There’s a breeze. Cora comes over to see us off. She was laying under my car. Gus hates this. He is so afraid one of the cats is going with us that he turns green and almost has a stroke. They have more sense than that.
Walking by the horse farm was no fun. There’s no shade. My hips and knees prefer to use the street, but cars kept coming for some reason. So I walked along the lumpy grass. We finally came to driveway that takes us to the pier on the river. The owner has a nice macadam driveway. I can do arm exercises and walk at the same time and there are plenty of trees shading our way. What more do you want?
It’s always breezy on the river. Or so it seems. I just love it. Is there a better place to live? I don’t think so.
Looking south from the pier
Tags: Nanticoke River
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 