Separate Tables..

Believe me,

it's not this way. 

I just think of the title of this movie,

which I do love, (the movie, that is)

as what happens when my husband

is gone to a trade show for the nursery.

Of course, it doesn't happen. Wouldn't that be interesting?

But we do have "separate tables".

He has been in Baltimore, eating crab cakes

and delicious Italian food..

I am at home eating tofu and kale,

poached chicken and bulgar with spinach, which I do love..

also left over corned beef which I somehow ruined.

I get the hens in early,

feed the dogs, get coffee ready for the morning brew,

throw dog poo over the fence because I can

and we live in the country, and it is

my right.

I look out of the windows and still marvel at the sky.

Soon they will be screaming about

drought in Oregon.

No rain, below freezing for the last few nights.

The moon and sun said goodbye today.

The origami moon, still beautiful was there at 5ish.

I spend my day watching a movie on my computer.

Today it was Our Mutual Friend.

My monitor is about as big as our

out dated t.v. screen.

I purl away with some lovely wool

and in some breaks, do laundry.

I crack the ice outside on the dog's water bowls

and make sure the stray cats are fed.

I get my hot water bottle ready to fill

and then, make some of this right before bed.

Yum.

And in between this and that,

I read some pages.

I keep my twinkle lights from Christmas up.

Twinkle, fairy lights are good.

I reflect on the fact that I haven't done much

except indulge me.

I have exercised my biceps bringing in wood

to keep the house warm.

Tomorrow he will be home.

I am glad and will be happy to see him.

It is all good.

And, guess what?

I have indulged my inner child at 3 a.m.

I can make my warm and cozy p.j.'s 

spark with electricity with this dry cold,

cold air.

Sparking my jammies makes me laugh,

even at 3:00 in the morning.

Whew!

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