Friday March 9, 2007
It has been a good day, I write. Quiet Fridays like today make living on this earth a little more bearable. I am still worried about Pipe Tobacco and haven’t heard from him since the first of March. I know he is going through a hard time.
Helen cooked a wonderful meal this evening and I got to spend time with Mom and Dad. After supper, Dad curled up on the couch in his pajamas while my mother asked him questions which drove him crazy. I sat in the chair next to the kitchen to take all this in.
I stop to take a drink of coffee and to pull again from my cigar as the phone rings. I don’t answer. I let my answering machine pick up.
Andrew, you there? Just worried about you when you didn’t call me back last night. Sorry about the whole friends thing. I was just having a hard night. I don’t know what I want, but I do want you. Call me when you get home.
Hell, I am not going to call you, I think. I have had enough of all that bullshit. The message ends as she hangs up. I continue writing.
I am really looking forward to going camping and hiking soon. I must get my legs back in shape. I was doing so well for awhile there hiking six miles every day. As is usual, I grew bored with the same route I took and quit. I don’t know why I just didn’t try a different route and continue. I so enjoyed it.
Maggie walks into the den and plops down in front of the gas heater next to my chair. I reach down and rub her head and scratch her back. She is in ecstasy.
“You ready to go to bed, girl?” I ask her as she looks up at me.
I put out my cigar and walk into the kitchen to pour my now lukewarm coffee out. I then make sure the backdoor is locked as I turn on the porch light and extinguish the lights in my den. I curl up in the bed with Maggie at my side as I think about the day now behind me. I am such a creature of routine and habit, I muse. I must live such a simple life to do well. I turn off my bedside lamp, close my eyes, and go to sleep.