"Ode To Clean Skivvies...March 13, 2000

"Ode To Clean Skivvies...March 13, 2000

Mid Evening...

.....on my first day back to the reality I was so eager and apt to avoid and deny over the last ten days. I was broken in first thing this morning when, upon arriving at one of the institutions of poorly funded learning that houses one of my clients, I poured scalding, fresh, hot coffee on my shirt tail and pant leg.

I let out more than one expletive, not for coming close to burning my crotch off, not for the searing pain of a leg on liquid fire, but for wasting such nectar of the gods on my outsides instead of my insides. Coffee is truly a gift from the Spirits that Be granted to us quintessential night owls. Everyone else drinks it to try to be like us.

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Sorry for the pause, I was taking a sip of my coffee.

My favourite has to be hazelnut cream. If it was not just over nine dollars a pound, I'd be drinking that stuff full time. Nevertheless, I have to save it for and savour it during my periods of writing and other artistic spurts of endeavour. Other times I have to suffice myself with no-name all purpose grind, which to me is like drinking screw top instead of cork.

Life goes on.

As did my day back to the grind after I attempted to wash the coffee stains out of my shirt and pants. I should have just let it set in, as soaking my mid-region just prior to walking into a classroom full of grade fours and fives...

You get the picture.

Suffice it to say that I'll be forever known as Captain Incontinence. I am sure they even know how to spell it now thanks to me.

Life as an educator is never easy.

I think I am just going content myself to driving a cab for a while.

Even the critters seemed to know that it was back to business today. Reekie and Moo were forever wrasslin' in the middle of the livingroom floor all afternoon after I returned home. Usually they heed my demand to keep things down to a dull roar, but not today. Will and Gull even made the occasional appearances, tormenting Reekie and Moo, demanding to be paid attention to, and reminding me by their presence that the litter box needs to be changed.

And if I for one second doubted that the holidays were officially over, all was made clear when I returned home mid afternoon to find Herself sleeping on the couch. Judging from her coiffe, she'd been there a good long time.

Consistency is the key.

It is also my mantra.

But, alas, I cannot be too hard on my beloved. Just after I returned home for good late in the afternoon, just after I lay on the couch for a little snooze, she decided to do some house work.

And by sheer coincidence, I am sure, it happened that first on her list was vacuuming the livingroom.

I moved upstairs to the bedroom.

She then decided to begin sorting the laundry, most of which was on the bedroom floor.

I believe she was engaging in a silent protest cum passive aggressive statement about my having a nap. I almost reminded her what she was doing when I returned home earlier today.

I would have had the chance had she not decided to lay down.

Nevertheless, she did exclaim about an hour ago that she wanted to do laundry, so off we went to the laundromat. As it turned out, they were closing in just over an hour, which was not going to give her enough time to wash and dry who knows how many loads. So, we drove across town to another one, and as luck would have it, they were going to be open late. In the process of getting the laundry out of the car, the hamper turned over in the backseat, spilling laundry soap all over the seat and on poor Moo, who happened to be a passenger and innocent bystander. In picking up the spillings, I noticed that the laundry soap was not delicately opened using the pull tab; it looked like it was chewed open with no hope of closing the lid.

After dropping the Goddess off, I ended up doing some vacuuming myself.

I do love The Goddess, so. After all, she is currently washing my skivvies. It is only one of a great many things she does to make my life easier, even if in the process she makes some things more complicated.

And, to be fair, I am most positive that I reciprocate.

Isn't that what marriage is all about?....

....Blessed Be...