Weekly Writing Challenge: Lunch Posts
Lunch hour.
Hm. When is that, anyhow? I stopped working for good and all 6 years ago, so I get up when I get up. More accurately, when the phone rings. Or the dogs howl. Or I have to go to the bathroom. Sometimes, if I’m really lucky, I go back to sleep for a couple of hours, but usually, once I’m awake, I stay awake. This morning was a little different. Garry got up to take care of the early morning stuff and afterwards, went back to sleep.
I woke when he did, but was able to go back to sleep. For an hour. Until the dogs thought it was time to sing the Hallelujah Chorus in four-part harmony. Admirable, really. They eventually finished and I drifted into a near sleep, a twilight state where I’m not awake, yet am aware of things going on. I started a dream in which I was completely naked but no one seemed to care except me. I was trying to decide if having no nipples made being naked more or less important when the phone rang.
I scrambled to get the phone, but when I answered, there was no one on the line. The phone set the dogs off and they began another chorus, longer and louder than the earlier one. I lay there, listening. They’re pretty good, for dogs. They each seem to know their part, when to sing, when to wait for the cue. It’s perfect canine harmony. Then, miraculously, I fell asleep for another hour. When I next woke up, it was a bodily function in need of immediate attention. Ten-thirty. Good enough.
Got dressed, got out of bed. Ran a comb across my head.
And then I greeted the musical canines, turned on Mr. Coffee. Proffered biscuits, then more biscuits. Coffee was almost ready. Almost, not quite. So I put the dishes away, washed a cup or two and then coffee was ready and I poured myself a cup. Carried it to the office and sat down, here, in front of the monitor where I’ve been ever since. It’s 2:30 in the afternoon and I’m nursing my second (very large) cup of coffee. I have nibbled my way through half a protein bar. Nan, the Norwich, is snoring on the floor behind my chair. She’s a heavy sleeper these days. Her age is catching up with her.
It’s a shiny gray day. Not raining, though it looks like it’s thinking about it. Am I eating lunch? Have I eaten? Is this protein bar lunch? Breakfast? Does it matter?
I called the doctor’s office, but they aren’t working today. Martin Luther King day is apparently a medical holiday. I want the results of last week’s EKG. I’ve been patient, now I want to know what’s going on. Do I need open heart surgery? Is it all a horrible misunderstanding?
Nan’s snoring is getting loud. I think her hearing is going because she sometimes doesn’t answer the supper call. Even though she’s getting on in years, she remains food driven. If she misses the call to supper, she didn’t hear it. She has episodes of dementia where she doesn’t seem to know where she is or who we are. She’s 11, almost 12 and so cute. And in good physical shape, except for minor back problems that come and go … but mentally, she’s slipping. Sad because she’s only been with us a little over a year and I would have liked a few more of her good years.
I eat another bite of protein bar. Is it lunchtime yet? This is my second post of the day. I think I’ll make pasta with meat sauce for dinner. I suppose I could go and get it started. Nah, not yet. An hour or so.
I think it’s officially after lunch now. Did I miss it or eat it?
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OHhhh how I miss “real” coffee! Back in the old days, I would consume at least one full pot all by myself. Those days are long gone now since I developed an intensely bad reaction to caffeine.
Nan, the Norwegian, looks so cute! It is tough to see our pets growing older though.
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It’s the one thing I refuse absolutely to give up. I’ve given up many things I used to enjoy. I get to keep the coffee!
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If I’m up before 8:00, I can usually get back to bed, but then only until 9:00 or so. I do go to bed pretty early, though. I don’t get much of a lunch break either, just snacky snacky. I wasn’t much on lunch breaks when I WAS working, though.
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I always ate at my computer. I still do. BAD habit but at least I finally have a water-proof washable keyboard!
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Can you guys follow me please?
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I’m sorry. I’m so overloaded, I just can’t keep adding everyone who needs followers. I’ll take a look at your site, but I can’t promise to follow you.
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Ok thank you 😊
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We recently went to K Cups, I consider them right up there with iPhones and WordPress
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You got me. What’s K cups? One of those individual cups of coffee machines?
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I have real problems falling back to sleep these days. Unless I have to go to work. Then I have real problems waking up 😦
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Do I detect a psychological element?? Never! 🙂
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Monday was naughty stomach day. Lots of coffee. Perhaps too much. My bodily fluids had a brownish tinge inside “the throne”.
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You do drink a LOT of coffee.
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