Waking up. That’s always the first thing in my day. Usually an
hour of just laying awake and thinking/drifting in and out of sleep also takes
place from about 5:40 – 6:30 (A.M.). But today my parents are going to be gone
all day, so I tell myself I need to get up sooner to receive instructions for
the day. It’s still 6:48 by the time I’m done reading my Bible. I tell myself I
have an excuse this time though; yesterday I had been sick with a fever and
today I would be having the hangover from it. My prediction was correct; all
day my brain’s been in a fog. Thinking is taking place very slowly in my mind.
Everyone’s
done with breakfast already when I come down… but that’s a new normal for me. Sister leaves for
school and after telling me that I can have leftovers for lunch; Mom and Dad
leave also. I always look forward to a day on my own. After chores and school I sit
down at the computer. Thursdays are my computer days, and today I’m glad that I
don’t have to move around a lot.
Email draws my attention first of course and I
decide to delay my more important work to clean it out. I gather healthy
breakfast recipes (which I probably won’t use until I’m twenty) from the
only practical website I go onto for pleasure, Real Simple; which I love because it’s… real
simple. One of the recipes is Baked Eggswith Asparagus, Ham, and Gruyere which sounds a little complicated but looks delicious.
Interviews with my two favorite actors, Michael Emerson and
Elijah Wood, break up the monotony of copying and pasting ingredients and
directions. Spotify plays the whole time in the background. With the help of
this useful online timer I found, I can stop every twenty minutes for a break. Being sick, I switch out my more
energetic stretches for slow walks through the house. The towels get into the
washer during one of these breaks.
Pinterest sucks me in for a little and the only thing off my
to-do list that’s done by lunch is looking up some blog post prompts. I decide
to do the “a day in the life of” prompt; hence this post.
Lunch is quiet and peaceful; a bowl of left over broccoli soup
makes up the whole meal. I find that when I’m by myself I eat smaller, more healthy meals. Shredded cheese garnishes the green soup in an attempt to make
myself feel a little bit like a chef. At heart I'm a rule breaking cook who doesn't like to follow recipes. I just imagine the end result and throw a bunch of ingredients together. 95% of the time the results are good.
I thought up some of this post while eating then cleaned up
after myself in the kitchen. That brings me to now; listening to Studio Ghibli music and
typing. How will the rest of my day go? Right now, with a Sherlock background
on my desktop, I’m feeling like curling under a blanket and re-watching an
episode off of Netflix. Later I’ll update my Etsy shop, Sparkle Flair, which sells pin-back buttons. My blogs will probably also get some
tweaking done to them.
Then my sister will come home and I’ll be talking my head off
because I haven’t talked to anyone (except to pictures on the computer and to
myself). She’ll do homework and I’ll do my “official” writing hour; after which
will probably end my electronic time.
My parents will come home at an (as of now) unknown time and
we’ll have supper; but maybe not in that order. So will end my wonderful and
rare time of solitude. I’ll have my nightly performance of reading The Two
Towers out loud, then my sister will go to bed.
That’s when the most looked forward to part of the day
comes; watching TV. I predict that tonight will be the new episode of Psych
that recorded last night; even though Elementary and Touch are waiting to be watched (and all recorded Person of Interest episodes were finished last night).
My mom and I have been waiting for Psych to come back on for what seems like an eternity.
I used to let myself be talked into watching a couple shows
per night, going into late 11 o’clock. But when I realized one episode pushed
out another in my memory; plus the bad sleeping habits, plus not being able to
read; I now draw the line at one episode and make it to bed by about 9:40 P.M.
If there’s time, a chapter of The Adventures of Sherlock
Holmes will be enjoyed and then my day ends in sleep.
So that’s the whole of it; I hope I didn’t bore you with the
details my life. If I did; I would just like to say that in my opinion, it’s a pretty good life to be living.
