Thursday, December 12, 2019

When You Give Me Those Ocean Eyes

When I wake up in the morning, I generally need quiet for at least 45 minutes to an hour and a half.  My brain doesn't like chatter before the coffee kicks in and there is something to calmly sorting and folding my thoughts from the night before like warm clothes just out of the dryer. P on the other hand likes to lay down solid plans in his first hour of wokedom.  He's asking me how I'd like to spend my birthday, how I should take off vacation days in a month when he goes to Illinois so that I can spend time writing, and would I like a nice steak or should he take me to a restaurant as my gift. There is something about his script and how he needs to understand how to powder his brother's nose for an upcoming film shoot, then more about his next three jobs, what he's mounting to the walls and the tools he used. I'm exhausted already, just hearing the questions let alone consider answering.  We had a dog growing up named Chico, a tiny, long haired Chihuahua mix and anytime you looked at him, he was looking back at you with watery, tired, blinking eyes.  He could barely keep them open and was always slightly shaking.  That's how I feel before I bloom each morning.  I certainly am not capable of making any grand plans as I look back at P with Chico's glassy stare.
Its crazy how we could know each other so well, be together for years, but can be so terribly different in these fundamental ways. He knows I could never form an opinion so early, so he probably is simply planting seeds.
I will perk up for breakfast and often wake up my mind in order to enjoy and prepare a good one.  A Frittata with broccoli and cheddar with a side of fried potatoes and bacon. That, I can understand!


For dinner I did nachos over a bed of cool crisp Romaine lettuce.   Yes, it's similar to a taco salad but there was something special about getting a big bite of the melted cheese laden chips along with the cold salad below when your mind isn't expecting it.  This is the time when I'm more sharp and P winds down a bit and I tend to run circles around him.





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