Time: 12:49 PM
Song: Ho Hey
Artist: The Lumineers
Mode of Consumption: Radio – Sky 95.7 FM.
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A Saturday morning in January.
7 AM – I eat a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and a banana. I take six pills. The digital numbers on the thermometer read 14 degrees outdoors.
8 AM – Dressing. One pair of ankles socks, one pair of athletic socks, one pair of thick, heavy socks. Underwear. Long Underwear. Jeans. T-Shirt. Thermal shirt. Hooded shirt. Overalls. Boots.
8:05 AM – Outdoors. No wind. Sun. Crisp. Begin taking down outdoor Christmas lights and decorations.
9:30 AM – Stop to pet our dog, Millie. We are on the deck, she’s sitting near me on the patio, the sun hitting us both. Her rear end curls as I rub her down. That’s a good dog. That’s a good man.
10:45 AM – I break a plastic stake holding a string of candy-cane lights. The bottom half is frozen in the ground.
11:45 AM – I’m finished. Lights and decorations taken down, stored in the garden shed for next year. Except for the remaining half stake for the candy cane decoration. That’s in the ground. Will have to get that whenever there’s a thaw. I wonder if glue will hold it together.
Noon – Jodi is finishing with the inside decorations. I sweep the kitchen and dining room floors. There’s a pile of plastic needles from our fake Christmas trees. Does that make them more real or less? The radio plays and I consider songs I hear for my journal entry.
12:25 PM – A load of towels finish drying before we make a small lunch. We hug the warm towels before folding them and putting them away.
12:35 PM – Eating. Salad. Ham sandwich. Cookie.
12:49 PM – “Ho Hey” plays as my hands sink into dishwater, and I think I’ll use that song. There’s something utilitarian about it despite its pop sensibilities.
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