I got up this morning and prepared a lavish breakfast. Eggs, bacon, buttery toast, cheddar cheese grits, apple Danish, and a glass of milk. Maggie sat earnestly at my feet looking for handouts. I scrambled her two eggs and fried two additional pieces of bacon. I feel so much better eating a big, wholesome breakfast. I also love to share in the joy of such an occasion with my faithful friend. We don't do this often these days. When Rosa left, I lost almost all desire to fix such elaborate meals. Cooking for one sucks.
After breakfast, I curled up on my couch and jotted down ideas for the blog today. I couldn't come up with much. It is pouring down rain, so no good photos, or much to write about either. I thought about writing about consumerism and Christmas, but my ideas sounded too preachy. I have noticed that certain groups of people like me who are low income seem to get infatuated with the idea that Christmas has become corrupted by capitalism. I see it often on certain thrifty nickel blogs I frequent. I could also write about my encounter with my father last night during our daily medication ritual, but decided that was just too milquetoast. Dad and I have been getting along well lately, and my life has been kind of quiet. As long as I dutifully swallow that handful of pills every night, he is happy and leaves me alone. Who gives a shit about how well I am actually doing as long as I take those pills.
What does the day bring? Mostly browsing the Internet and blogs. My favorite pastimes. I am also going to enjoy this rainy weather to the fullest. It seems years have passed since we got a good rain. Mother Earth's thirst is being quenched as I write this. The bad thing? This house is so well insulated that I cannot hear it rain outside unless it is absolutely pouring. This rainy weather reminds me of the time my girlfriend Denise and I stood out in a summer's rain, getting soaking wet, and embracing each other. Ah, such pleasant memories. It is funny how something as mundane as rain can evoke such passionate memories from the past.