Mary Ann Ellis
A day of rest
Sunday morning we packed Josh and Bentley off to Virginia about 10 a.m. Since church starts at 10:30, I had no chance of making it. Furthermore, Jakey, my ten-year-old grandson, had most generously gifted me with a cold. I’d sniffled and coughed all day Saturday as we packed the Atlanta faction off early to miss the bad traffic on I-75. (Is there ever a day when traffic is good on I-75? I have my doubts.) Josh knew he’d be fighting I-95 traffic all the way on Sunday.
Nonetheless, they had all gone once again. Silence filled the empty house now, except for my raspy cough. Consciously, I decided to nurse my cold and enjoy a lazy day.
I fetched myself a glass of orange juice from the much-depleted refrigerator and plopped into my recliner to watch the television shows I’d missed during Thanksgiving. Very little awaited me, but I finally turned on “Criminal Minds,” propped my feet up, and sipped my orange juice. Somewhere along about the second scene, my black lab Charlie came in and whined. He appeared to be asking me why I was sitting in front of the television at that hour of the morning. He’s a smart dog and recognizes unusual behavior when he sees it. Besides, he wanted me to play ball with him.
In his recliner, Larry snored softly as I turned the television on. I reassured Charlie, bribed him with a rawhide bone, and sat back down. I pulled the fuzzy purple throw over my legs and snuggled down in the chair. On the screen, Penelope Garcia performed her magic on the computer as she helped the BAU team find the killers. The next thing I remember seeing was the rolling of the credits at the end of the show. Larry and I may have been snoring in unison, but I’m not sure. The dogs didn’t complain about that, didn’t comment at all, for that matter. Fortunately, I’ll be able to watch my program some other time since it is recorded. I might need to examine my choice of shows though if I can manage to sleep through them.
When my sister came by to visit, I chatted with her for a while. We ate a lunch of leftovers, the supposed bane of the Thanksgiving season, but we enjoyed it nonetheless. We aren’t tired of dressing yet, or that side helping of cranberry sauce. (Funny how I only cook those dishes for the winter holidays.)
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I fetched myself a glass of orange juice from the much-depleted refrigerator and plopped into my recliner to watch the television shows I’d missed during Thanksgiving. Very little awaited me, but I finally turned on “Criminal Minds,” propped my feet up, and sipped my orange juice. Somewhere along about the second scene, my black lab Charlie came in and whined. He appeared to be asking me why I was sitting in front of the television at that hour of the morning. He’s a smart dog and recognizes unusual behavior when he sees it. Besides, he wanted me to play ball with him.
In his recliner, Larry snored softly as I turned the television on. I reassured Charlie, bribed him with a rawhide bone, and sat back down. I pulled the fuzzy purple throw over my legs and snuggled down in the chair. On the screen, Penelope Garcia performed her magic on the computer as she helped the BAU team find the killers. The next thing I remember seeing was the rolling of the credits at the end of the show. Larry and I may have been snoring in unison, but I’m not sure. The dogs didn’t complain about that, didn’t comment at all, for that matter. Fortunately, I’ll be able to watch my program some other time since it is recorded. I might need to examine my choice of shows though if I can manage to sleep through them.
When my sister came by to visit, I chatted with her for a while. We ate a lunch of leftovers, the supposed bane of the Thanksgiving season, but we enjoyed it nonetheless. We aren’t tired of dressing yet, or that side helping of cranberry sauce. (Funny how I only cook those dishes for the winter holidays.)
For the complete column pick up your copy of The Baxley News-Banner on newsstands today or CLICK HERE to Subscribe.
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