A Typical Day
Wednesday, November 9, 2005. Up at 6:45 a.m. to let out Mia (or is
her name Susy Wong, my 17 pound Japanese Chin “mutt,” as Judy calls her?) and to
assist Judy in getting ready for teaching special education at Oxford High
School in Oxford, Michigan. I felt stressed out, and as a consequence was
a little noisy, because I was tired. Lately it is unusual that I cook
because of the available time, but last night I cooked chili con carne the night
before (“It is delicious!”)
After Judy left for
work, I rejoiced that I did not have a full-time job to pursue, such as my
former occupations of law and sometimes, real estate. I had few tears for
my greatest fear, getting older. Since I was really tired, I went back to
sleep. I was not functional until noon, a little later than usual.
Then I began washing the clothes and cleaning the kitchen, just slightly
regretting that I was basically a house husband. I then did my U.S. Census
assignment, getting ready for my part time job as a Census taker for the
Continuing Population Survey (CPS), an important part of which is determining
the employment rate. Afterward I washed, and Judy came home (today she had
an appointment with her massage therapist and chiropractor, so she was a bit
later than usual).
I read over the word of
the month, “Plain,” as interpreted by Francisco D. Coll (“Tiger”) of the
Americana Leadership College. Since I found it difficult to interpret
Tiger’s discourse, I called my spiritual monitoring mentor, Sandra Adler, for
assistance.
Since Judy was tired
and went to bed reading, I attempted to relate with her. We finally became
intimate, and after adequate stimulation, I was able to perform.
Mia’s response was
unusual. Before our lovemaking I placed her outside our bedroom, but she later
scratched the door, wanting attention. I ignored her, but afterward found
out that she urinated on the living room carpet. I asked myself when she
had been led out earlier, and determined it could not have been more than two
hours previously. However, since Judy and Mia care for each other (the
night before Judy had her on her lap, treating her like a baby, talking to her
soothingly and petting her, with Mia cooing), so Judy was not hard on Mia or me.
Then I went shopping
for groceries. By the time I finished and went to my favorite hangout,
Caribou Coffee, it was 10:30 p.m., and the staff was getting ready for the
holidays. The place was in disarray, with few customers in attendance and
the chairs already upon the tables, so I skipped my usual repast of reading for
at least an hour.
I took Mia for her
evening walk, went home, prepared Judy’s lunch, and went to bed.
David C. Hakim
Rochester, Michigan
November 10, 2005