The first thing I see when my alarm goes off reminds me what I need to tell myself every day. I know this is what I am. No person can tell me what to do with my life. I am not afraid to use these words, as much politeness my loving mother has taught me, if you are trying to pull me down the wrong road in life. I tend to bring out the badass bitch at the wrong times, but maybe she needs to be out. Most of the time, though, the politeness bitch is walking around; holding doors for everyone, allowing elderly to go first, always saying thank you, apologizing even if I didn’t know I needed to. But, alas, you pull my strings the wrong way; look out!
I know writing is my path in life. The other side of my road is probably this; making my own jewelry. I have started my own sales on one of my favorite sites, and these are my four newest pieces. Don’t be over surprised if purple is the main color. What I need to cease in at this time is continuing to buy myself more gems, jewels, new things to make until I am able to sell the one’s I’ve made. I should, perhaps, look into a craft show. Although, I need a lot in order to sell a lot.
I found Tommy in one of his nesting spots after I had finally ventured out of bed. We should just sign the lease over to him, since thinks he basically owns the place. We have two beds, he think’s they’re both his. Two closets, move one article of clothing, he storms out like you’re disturbing him. If you sit down to use the bathroom, since that’s everyone’s private time, he’ll storm his way in, jump into the show and start beating on the curtain, just to let you know you are supposed to be playing with him now, since the bathroom is his play room apparently. Our laundry room has also become his bathroom, as it’s the only place to put his littler box. So, yes, he’s taking over the world.
This another indication of how my little cutie is taking over the world. This had been my favorite chair. I had given it up to him, only because it had started to cave in. The pillow he sits upon is one that I had made for him out of some old shirts I never wear, the owl pillow behind him, is one my grandma Millie had made for me and the other, a big pillow of him, is one I had purchased for him with one of my favorite pictures. Well, I had purchased it for Brian, who I know loves to cuddle with him more than cuddling with me, but I’m just glad my little kitty loves to sit next to himself. He’s so self-centered.
The car was mine now for the day. Brian had come home from work so he had to turn the keys over to me. I could have taken it over at any time, his office is a block away. But I’m patient and I was being lazy. I figured I would go out and hopefully try to chauffer other people around. This is the picture from under our designated parking structure. Our complex is so nicely maintained. So many stones everywhere, all the bushes are well kept, all the trees are well trimmed. We don’t really have to worry about weeds out here. At least once a week we do have gardeners come out, though. It makes me remember Brian’s previous complex, back in Michigan, that just kept raising his rent, but the complex just kept going down.
After sitting home all day, I had yet to eat. I really hadn’t gotten out of bed until noon, since I always stay up so late. 2am is my usual bedtime. I do tuck Brian in at night, though. I wander around our apartment, doing laundry, dishes, keeping our kitty company. I also pick and poke around at Facebook too much. But, when he walks through the door around 2:30, I decide if I want to leave and see the sunshine. If I do, I usually grab a bite to eat then I turn on my Lyft driver app. With this, I become the driver for any needed person. I never know what to talk about, so if they want to, I converse, if not, I try not to look in my rear-view mirror too much at them.
7-11 is an everyday must, I never know why. There’s tons of cola in my fridge, yet I always need my fountain type. I sometimes tend to get a chocolate chip cookie as well. I guess it just gives me a chance to still learn the city I feel like I should be accustomed to after almost two years, yet I still have no idea where anything is. I know there’s a casino somewhere.
The windy days are easy to see when you gaze upon the palm trees. I am always drawn into them. They cover the city, corner by corner. I don’t think I have to worry about a coconut falling on my head, though. At least I hope so. These are the ones whose leaves I don’t have to rake in September. I’m so used to that time of year. When I do see their leaves on the ground, they’re not the orange or red that I’m so used to; just brown or beige. But man, are they big. A palm leaf seems almost as big as my car.
Alcohol brings out the best in all of us. Not always true. At times, it brings out the B in me. As rambunctious that I normally am, I tend to get louder the more I consume, which is not always a good thing, I’m reminded the next day. It marvels me that he can handle me at times.
I like that he never smokes in our apartment. He always goes out onto our balcony. While out there, he watches the cars drive by, the people walking down the street, the ambulance that is usually across the street at the retirement home. I always like standing out there with him, sometimes just to be next to him. He usually comes up with some great ideas while he’s out there.
Ah, dinner. A big spicy sausage with onions and cheese to eat along with some shrimp. All cooked by Brian. He cooks dinner every night, always without a recipe. We’ve had this sausage a lot lately, but we’ve been in the mood. I think there’s still one in the fridge, left over for his lunch. If I didn’t have him, I’d be ordering pizza, a lot
This is my bracelet to let people know if anything is happening to me. I made this one. It has on it my name, who to call, that I am on blood thinners. People can’t see my disability. I don’t wear a t-shirt, or have it plastered on my face. So, I must wear this, whatever were to happen. I’m not ashamed to admit it.
This is our new Alexa. We can call people on her, ask her the weather, directions to a nearby restaurant. She plays music for us, and Brian let me choose the face to be an owl. Since she shows that it’s 11pm, that’s why she’s sleeping. As I continue to write about my pictures, though, I can see her staring at me, since it’s 8:15 pm. It’s a little creepy sometimes.
Our balcony is always well lit. I have little lights aligned along the brick wall, wrapped around my little green frog who sits and watches the road. We have a few plants on the corner, what they are I don’t recall. I know Brian had planted some sunflowers that look like they’re about to bloom any day now. We also have a camera to watch the fence, since we’re the last apartment on the corner of the building. We always watch cars driving in, or people leaving. Our complex is gated and secure. Not to mention, our road is very well lit. And, like I said before, there’s always an ambulance across the street because it’s a retirement home.
That’s a day in the life of Stephanie.