Today is Saturday.  Let me check to make sure….yes, it’s Saturday.   You see, all my days look the same.

A hot flash will wake me at 6:30AM and I’ll get out of bed so I don’t soak my sheets.   I’ll put on a pot of coffee for my husband and start brewing a cup of tea for myself.  After we’ve spent time visiting with each other over our first cups of brew, my husband will leave to go work on his project.   He’s a workaholic whenever he’s into one of his creative ventures.  If he tries to stay home, like take a weekend off, he just ends up thinking about work and getting frustrated because he can’t DO it.  So rain or shine, weekday or weekend, he’s up and going.

The next thing I do is treat myself to some alone time.   My daughter is not going to wake up until I wake her up.   As she is enrolled in an online school,  there’s no school bell or school bus to dictate our daily routine.  So I let her sleep while I write. 

On an average morning I will write between 4000 – 10000 words, all on the subject of our awareness and its evolution.

By afternoon, I’m working with my daughter and her lessons.  She’s zoomed right through all her math, so I invent new lessons, like ‘ let’s go bake a batch of cookies cutting the recipe in half’.  She zoomed through the art appreciation, too.  So I teach her how to play the piano.  We’re working on composition now and her first assignment is to write a memoir.

If it’s a weekday, chances are I’ll hear from my son at college.   Either to share wonderful news or seek Mom’s voice to calm down some crisis.   Last weeks hub-bub was about suite mates not washing any dishes.

I spend my afternoon taking care of laundry and whatever business details need tending.  I’m the office staff when it comes to my husband’s contracting business. 

By 3:00PM, I’m thinking about dinner and what I’m going to make.  I’m still one of those ‘old fashion’ Mom’s, who make complete dinners most every night.  By the looks of the weather outside today, tonight looks like a good night to make some chicken noodle soup.  Home made chicken noodle soup, with a dose of echinachea(sp?) added into the egg noodles to boost our immune systems.

After dinner my husband will ask ‘what’s for dessert?’ and ‘did you burn any movies to watch?’

And there you have my day.

I don’t get out much.  I don’t want to get out much.  Shopping at Walmart isn’t what I consider a treat and it’s about the only store in town.    I guess you could say it is sort of an odd fit, between this area and me, because blocking development of any kind is what this community is all about.  Slum lords are in power and want to stay that way…old farts that raped the forests are now raping people living below the poverty level, collecting rent from young single moms on condemned properties whose wiring is a fire hazard.

So in order to extend myself, to share what I have to share, I do it online, where I might meet people who value, what I have in abundance to share.

And that is the rest of my story.