After work last evening, perhaps should be titled, “Benefits of Life (Breathing) After 40, or Ahem, 50...or Whatever, Shut Up”.
Change from work boots to snow boots.
Carry stuff up stairs, two trips. I live alone, what the heck? Mainly refilled jugs of water.
Maggie is first, outside as soon as mama comes home. My animals trained me. Always, without fail, after Maggie potties, George jumps atop our counter, Maggie sits at my feet, both waiting for treats. Some days I’m like what is up with you guys, move. But no, they’re smarter than me. Sorry guys, here ya go, I was just a little tired, not thinking. And then they’re happy, pleased, and go about cat and dog business.
I prepared chili and taco meat the previous day, needed to use 5 pounds of ground beef. Dinner is a decision away. Now to freeze remainders.
For the fun part, my nightly routine. Remove makeup, hair up in a pineapple, refrigerated eye drops in eyes. And down my cheeks. Take two ice bags from the freezer. Prone leg hang, one ice bag on eyes, one on my elbow. Rest. (Man, prone leg hang makes my day.)
Get up, return bags to the freezer, get two fresh packs, one for my neck, one for my knee. Toss ‘em on the bed, go to powder room and anti-age myself.
Floss and brush teeth. Take a multitude of supplements guaranteed to cure dry eyes, build strong bones, and give me the energy of a 2 year old.
Return to bed, get up and get the dang antibiotic, might need a few ibuprofen, get my retainer, refill my water bottle.
Lay down. Get up. Let Maggie Rose outside. It’s cold, she’s fast.
Back to bed. Get up briefly to apply super moisturizer, much needed in mountain weather.
Pee.
Is it any wonder Maggie and George know I’m not down the first time I crawl in bed? I’ve trained them, they sit patiently until I get up at least once, before they settle for the night.
Whew, getting ready for bed wears me out.
I get to use two legs now to do all this. What a difference.
Blessed.
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