Sunday, Sept 6, 2015
Up at the crack of dawn, to get ready for my new Sunday ritual:
2 cups of coffee, and then it is out on the porch, with a beer.
This usually occurs around 10am, but this morning, it started a little earlier. Like 8am.
By noon, hungry as a bear, and getting slightly heated.
Took a break to make tacos and then it was back out on the porch.
By 3pm, I was feeing bloated as hell, so I decided to do the civil thing and opened a bottle of wine.
I am pondering whether or not I should take the wine out on the porch.
The cat is out there and mad as hell at me.
Yes, I did it.
When he was chomping on his dry food, I sneaked up and juiced him with his monthly dose of flea and tick medicine.
If I take the wine outside and he is there, I think he may take revenge on me, sneak up on me while I am in a tipsy haze and drink the wine.
It is amazing how very little I have accomplished these past few days.
However, with the amount of time I have been hanging out on the porch, it has been time well spent.
A long weekend, quietly getting loaded, on the porch, with the squirrels chasing one another and the cat stalking me. And I did see my old friend, Ace.
Ace is a hummingbird. He used to hang around here in the summertime, and I wondered where the heck he was. Now that I hang on the porch, he visits me, eyeing the nectar in my glass.
Ok, I am going to be brave about all this.
I am off to the porch, with my wine.
You may ask, why this burst of courage?
I just let the cat inside.