Day 333 Footnotes of When a Day is Quiet

The temperature is dropping fast. Though it never really got what I consider warm today. I won’t lie, my son will tell you that anything below seventy-five degrees Fahrenheit is cold to me. Currently, my computer is showing the temperature to be thirty-three degrees. Is it Spring yet?

Some friends of my son were passing through tonight on their way to Texas. They planned on stopping and meeting at a local burger place. I wasn’t planning on going. Let the guys hang out because why would thirty something year old guys want to hang with a sixty-four year old? My son leaves and barely has time to arrive when he calls me and said that he might need me to come and babysit their cat. “You want me to come sit with a cat?” “Well, yes.” Then he finally said that I should just come just in case they decided not to stop. I caved and told him I would be on my way as soon as I got my contacts in. Of course the moment I start trying to get my contacts in my eyes, my mother calls. And wants to talk, even after I told her what I was doing. She finally wound down and I finished getting ready and headed out.

 When I arrived, I was not needed to watch the cat, instead my son ordered me a meal as I chatted briefly with his friend. The other had stayed out in the car with the cat that was being moody. I told my son that was understandable since the poor thing had been totally uprooted and was being dragged across country. Our cat gets moody if you so much as act like you are going to carry her outside. His friends didn’t hang out long, they still had a couple of  hours of driving to do and needed to be on their way. My son had walked out with them for a few moments while I sat at the table alone, waiting for him to return. They had brought me my cup of coffee but I was waiting on my meal. Which turned out to be very good. After we finished eating we headed for home.

 I really don’t like driving at night, especially around back country roads.. those places were deer lurk, just waiting on a vehicle to come along so they can play chicken. Or maybe some form of roulette with cars. Pulling in my driveway I was very relieved to be home and without any deer sightings.

Sadly though, my coffee pot has died, may it rest in peace. All I wanted to do was heat water but alas, that wasn’t to be. My son thinks he knows what is wrong, I do as well. Its old. It has to be around six years old and for the last almost two years I’ve used it every day all day. The poor thing is tired. Well, mom had asked me if I had any reason to go to the big box store tomorrow. I guess now I do. I can do without a lot of things, but I need my coffee.

Today was a good day, a gentle day, a day of quiet contentment. Even when I was sitting in the restaurant alone, when a lonely moment tried to creep in and I remembered, loneliness is a state of mind. One that I had no intent of entertaining then or ever. Another step forward, another strength acquired. yes, it was a good day.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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