oday's the day, that bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, I was going to wake up and document my goings-on according the example set forth by Mrs. G over at Derfwad Manor and a great number of her loyal readers. But a cold brought home by the Child has slowed me down considerably (think "slow motion"), and the "Typical day" I meant to portray has turned out to be anything but my normal ritual. My wits and gait are slower to respond, and I swear I could actually feel when the Dayquil hit my bloodstream. So now this post is going to have to now take on a duality: the day as it is and the day how it would routinely go.
1. Typical: I get up earlier than everyone and brew my favorite coffee, Chock Full-'o-Nuts, in my pretty silver percolator. I savor the silence for at least a full hour before I get the boys up, and I spend this time listening to Garrison Keillor's Writer's Almanac for the day, checking my email and catching up on blogs.
Today: I woke up much later than normal, brewed the coffee, and tried to sneak in a little quiet time, but to no avail. It was time for the Child to wake up, and he knew it, although I told him otherwise. He sat upright in his bed like a shot, and in complete denial (as he wiped his nose on his sleeve and gave a little cough), "I'm not sick today!" (He just wanted to go to school because he's bored to death of being cooped up here at home all weekend.) I decided to keep him home for another day, much to his (and my) chagrin.
More later...I need to lie down for a while. In the middle of the day. Atypical.
Part II -- (A)Typical Day
Yes, hours later, and I'm still sitting in the same spot. (And so is the dog, for whoever's keeping score.)
Right now I'd like to focus on a couple of other things that are decidedly atypical about my "day in the life." 1. I spent the morning pondering the intricacies of the movie I saw IN THE THEATER last night. I hardly ever get to see a movie in the theater, so when I do, I think about it as more of an event, complete with popcorn and more Coke than any human should probably imbibe in a two hour stretch. The movie, Nights in Rodanthe was an all-out girly flick with Diane Lane and Richard Gere, and THE BEACH HOUSE. Filled with art and the symbolic repetition of all shades of blue, I began to look on the house as a full-fledged character who was just as important to the story line as the people were.
2. Something else atypical but lovely about today: I'm currently working with Michelle Baird of Shabby Creations to help me launch a BRAND NEW BLOG. As many of you know, Michelle is a very talented blog designer, and she's positively delightful to work with. (And when I told her that I wanted a mint julep and an armadillo included somewhere in the design, she didn't even bat an eye. ) One of the side effects of having someone design your blog for you: you actually have to think on a philisophical level about who you are. Dangerous territory. Who am I? What do I like? What my "style?" These are questions that feel luxurious to explore.