5:00- comment to self, Crap, it’s 5:00
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| Tucker looking out study window |
5:15- get up for quiet blog time
6:00- listen to Hub’s alarm
6:15- listen to Hub’s alarm
6:30- listen to Hub’s alarm; listen to Hubs make his morning noises as he heads for bathroom which I can hear clearly even though I’m on the other side of the house (in his defense, it is a small house); make fresh juice in our awesome juicer for Hubs
6:45- tell Hubs to drink fresh juice made in our awesome juicer since I did go through the trouble to make it.
7:00- Make sure he has his lunch and tell Hubs good-bye; clean up our awesome juicer mess
7:05- get dressed for the day
7:10- ask Tucker if he wants to go out; go to computer for some blog reading time while waiting for it to warm up enough to take Tucker for a walk; get stared at by Tucker until time to go for a walk.
8:00- tired of waiting for it to warm up and getting stared at by a dog, take Tucker for a walk.
9:00-9:30- come back from walking Tucker and let him out in back yard to scout for squirrels; replenish bird seed if needed
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| Tucker begging squirrel to come down |
9:30- feed Tucker; prepare and eat my breakfast
9:45- start laundry if needed; let Tucker out to chase squirrels; begin cleaning up
9:50- stop cleaning and let Tucker back in house
10:00- stop cleaning and let Tucker out to chase squirrels; check feeders for birds; take pictures if feasible
10:10- stop cleaning and let Tucker back in house
10: 30- stop cleaning and let Tucker out to chase squirrels; check feeders for birds; take pictures if feasible
10:45- stop cleaning and let Tucker back in house to chase and bark at vacuum cleaner
11:00- put vacuum cleaner away and let Tucker out to chase the stupid squirrels; more blog time
11:15- stop blogging and let Tucker back in house
11:30- stop blogging and let Tucker out to chase the dang squirrels; check feeders for birds; take pictures if feasible; wonder when Hubs is going to install a doggie door like he said he would.
11:45- stop blogging and let Tucker back in house
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| Squirrel saying, "Hell to the no!" |
12:00- lunch
12:30- let Tucker out to chase those annoyingashell squirrels
12:45- let Tucker back in house
1:00- let Tucker out to chase freaking squirrels; wonder why Hubs even bothers to say he will do something if he’s not going to do it; Wii Fit time
1:15- stop Wii Fit to let Tucker back in house
1:30- stop Wii Fit to let Tucker out to chase damn squirrels; considering if, perhaps, the reason Hubs has not installed doggie door he said he was going to install is because letting the dog in and out all day long does not affect him at all.
1:45- stop Wii Fit to let Tucker back in house
2:00- reward myself with a game or two of Wii bowling; let Tucker out to chase the squirrels; wonder how to go about acquiring gun for squirrels
2:15- Let Tucker back in house; check email
2:30-stop checking email and let Tucker out to chase squirrels; wonder if people still eat squirrel stew; return to emails
2:45- stop checking email and let Tucker back in house; resume checking emails
3:00-read any new blog posts; stop reading new blog posts and let Tucker out to chase squirrels while informing Tucker I am sick and tired of letting him in and out of the house to chase the damn squirrels
3:45-resume reading blog posts; stop reading blog posts and let Tucker back in house
4:00-Give up on reading blog posts, begin knitting neck warmer for Deanie, stop knitting and let Tucker out to chase squirrels with a huge SIGH; resume knitting
4:15-stop knitting and let Tucker back in house; resume knitting
4:30-stop knitting to let Tucker out to chase squirrels; pondering the possibility of withholding sex until the doggie door is installed; resume knitting
4:45-stop knitting to let Tucker back in house; resume knitting
5:00-stop knitting to begin preparing dinner; wonder why Tucker doesn’t want to go out
5:15-let Tucker out to chase squirrels; thank God it’s almost over for today
5:30-clean up kitchen while dinner is cooking; let Tucker in house; play ball with Tucker
6:00- finish cleaning kitchen while Tucker naps
6:30- Hubs gets mauled by and plays ball with Tucker
7:00- dinner
7:30- clean up kitchen; stop cleaning up to let Tucker out to bark at possum that Hubs said he would get rid of; listen to Hubs say, “I've got to get out there and get rid of that possum.” (Ya think?)
7:45- let Tucker back in house; BLOG time
8:30- stop Blog time; let Tucker out to bark at possum that Hubs said he would get rid of; resume reading blogs
9:00- stop reading blogs, let Tucker in house; tell Tucker that is IT he is NOT going out anymore today; watch television
9:30- stop watching television and let Tucker out to bark at possum that Hubs said he would get rid of
9:45-10:00- stop watching television and let Tucker back in house.
10:00- begin journaling while Hubs watches television and Tucker sleeps.
10:05-Hubs begins snoring loudly; move to bedroom for journaling and television; Tucker jumps on bed and goes to sleep. Finally.
Now, while some of those times are somewhat approximate (trust me, there is very little exaggeration), there is a point here. The dog rules my life. A fact that is complicated by Hubs not doing what he says he’s going to do and my feeding the birds and not being able to resist photographing them. Oh, and my enabling of Tucker’s squirrel obsession. For example, I have been unable to use the long table for scrapbooking in the study because I placed said table under the window for Tucker to sit on and look for squirrels. He got up there via one of our dining chairs that I put beside the table for him. I have now moved the sofa under the window so I can make use of the long table. It’s more comfortable for Tucky now. See? Enabler.
Perhaps this routine of ours would be easier on me if I left the door open all day long. But that’s not even a remote possibility in the low-country. It’s too hot 9 months out of the year; too cold a couple of months; and, on the off chance that the weather is just right? Well, that’s just an assurance that there will be flies, mosquitoes and gnats coming inside to annoy me WAY more than letting Tucky in and out five million times a day. Every. Single. Day. And so, for now, I will continue opening and closing the door for Tucker and listening to that man who lives here Hubs say he needs to get rid of that possum and install a doggie door. Why? Because, as Walter Cronkite used to say, "(And) that's the way it is."
