routines

conversed with a friend. in touch. out of touch. yet each conversation infusions inserted here, there and between different dialogues, and one is quickly caught up to speed, without noticing any time had passed. conversations transform from out right comical, to then mocking of our own lives, and then back to serious. conversations that one can just blurt out anything, without hesitation, without repercussions of a judgmental response in return. or if the occasion rose to having each other just to listen, without advice or intrusion or to critiques; so reciprocal. treasure her always.

thought of doing the laundry. and dismissed as quickly as i peered into ones room. thought if the heap got just a bit higher, picking up would be easier and if that does not come to pass, then i am sure when one is completely out of clothes, they will realize the notion of putting the clothes in a bucket.

thought, perhaps vacuum. then if one vacuums, one has to dust. if one goes through that much trouble, one might as well clean the bathroom. and then the floors. seemed a little too demanding ... quickly rid myself of that notion. can sit on the seat, can walk without tripping or sticking to the floors, so tomorrow perhaps.

however, knowing that i actually prepared dinner early, so we could eat early was an accomplishment in its self. wasn’t dinner out of a box, out of the freezer or from a take out menu. actually fairly creative, was more than eatable, and a nutritious, absolutely amazing.domestic skills are just not one my better attributes.

though, in years gone by i did the routines regularly as expected. maybe one needs a maid or one good old fashioned wife. so the balance of the day was spent, reading and then doing a bit of meditating. much more satisfying.