Catch-Up, Back to Boots

I had an uneventful, though long, return home from my recent business trip to the Caribbean on Friday. I spent the day on Saturday catching up.

So here’s what my lifestyle dictated that I do to catch up…

I awoke at the usual very early oh-dark-30, laced on my Chippewa Hikers, and went for a walk with my octogenarian sr. pal who inspires me to walk farther, walk briskly, and keep going….

Home by 0730, I showered, then snuggled with my spouse for a little while.

I got dressed and pulled on a pair of comfy old Tony Lama cowboy boots. I prepared my spouse a nice breakfast, then after that, caught up on the laundry that I brought home with me. I also worked on the computer paying bills and monitoring household accounts.

By 1100, my spouse and I picked up three lovely ladies and took them grocery shopping. It’s always an adventure!

Home by 1230 for a quick lunch, then I (alone) picked up four more lovely sr. pals for yet another adventure in the grocery stores. The fun never stops!

Home by 1430, I grabbed my tool box and went to another sr. pal’s home to fix a few things. I also changed boots to Justin work boots… just because. Mostly, my senior friend just wanted company, but at the end of my visit, she also had some re-wired lighting and a “less sloping” countertop.

Home again by 1630, I undressed and undressed my spouse…

… and we soaked in our hot tub. Just to relax, and again — catch up.

By 1730, I pulled on shorts, t-shirt (it was hot) and padded around barefooted like they do in the Caribbean. I grilled steaks and prepared a light salad and my spouse’s favorite: mashed potatoes.

After dinner, my spouse and I had a long conversation with his mother on the phone. We’ll have to go up there soon… she broke her new DVD player that we bought her. Cripes.

Then my spouse and I settled into each other’s arms and watched some TV. I just zoned out, and fell asleep in his arms. I was snoring by 2000.

My spouse just held me, then gently woke me to bring us to bed by 2100. Nighty-night!

Life is short: enjoy the routine of domesticity with those you love and care for.

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I am an average middle-aged biker who lives in the greater suburban sprawl of the Maryland suburbs north and west of Washington, DC, USA.