Sunday's Malingering

Kippy
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Halle to the right
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Sometimes life is a luxury when you're on your own. Though being alone can be boring and at times lonely when there's no one around to talk to besides the cats, to share the workload with, to divide the problems with, to eat together with, to laugh jokes with and to occasionally indulge into discussion with or just about anything; there's also a plus side to the story.

Like today, I got up late. There's no one there to pull the blanket off my head and tell me, let alone yell - 'Get Up!' No one there to demand breakfast because someone is hungry. No one to tell me 'get ready we are going out to do shopping, or do the laundry, iron shirts or vacuum the carpet.

Being on my own means I am free to do what I want. I can be lazy if I want to. I can eat and sleep the whole day if I want to. And do absolutely nothing because I can. I can go there and there and everywhere. I can spend money on shopping till I drop because I can. I can go to the pub and drink till the tanker dries up and I get drank because I want to. I can do anything I want to for all I care.

Today, being freezing cold, it's really nice to stay snugged in bed and coiled under the warm blanket. I couldn't be bothered getting up early like I usually do, eat my breakfast like I used to. So my diet is bit on a leeway lately. Besides, my appetite isn't much working. So I have no problem about metabolism because there's nothing for my internal machine to grind on.

I got up, yawned a very long yawn. Of course, I always say my prayer before getting up. I thank the Lord for the blessed life that I am still here breathing. And everything that I need to thank Him for.

I got up, yawning at the same time stretching my arms, looked myself in the mirror, smiled at myself that sweet smile that nobody could see and talked to me self. I made my bed, changed my clothes, combed and clipped my hair and out to the kitchen. It's my first check point in the morning. I pulled up the blind of the kitchen window to let the beautiful sunshine in.

(My early day yesterday at 7am when I spied the sky from the kitchen window. A non-malingering day for me.)

Back to my blurb... then I checked on my cats, picked them up one by one, cuddled them, talked to them, brushed them, then fed them.

As for myself, I boiled the jug of water. While it's boiling, I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Then I made a cup of tea. No sugar, no milk. That's my breakfast. Plain old black tea. Pure liquid at 11am. It's more of a brunch. Pure liquid for a brunch!

Well, the sun was up indeed. Why not? It's almost 11am! That's what I mean by living a luxurious life. It's Sunday! No special thing to do. Washing? Bugger! I couldn't be bothered. Yes, there was something to do. To go over my job that my friend gave me long ago as she asked me to reprint the whole document about 250 pages to be sent to her Editor. Again! Actually, I'd done 150 pages already. So there's about 100 more to finish.

No, not the editor, someone she knew who will put them together into a book. In other words, her work needs reconstruction. My brain is too tired to do that for her. She'll be right! I just did a little bit of re-trimming though like I always do with my blog. I keep on checking every minute, keep finding fault, and the more I re-read, the more mistakes I see and the more I get stuck here. If I get bored, I abandon this for a while and play jigsaw puzzle. That's a deviation from tedium.

I pulled a swivel chair from the lounge to the kitchen. There I sat by the window near the sink and watched the changing colour of the white round ball pushing its way forcefully out of the clouds in the sky. As if my optical illusion was at play, the halo kept changing its colour from blue to pinkish to milky white and a rainbow. I like the glittering light filtering through the clouds. Now and then it got dark, then loosen a bit and turning wispy and later thickened.

No, I did not take any picture anymore. I just watched, stared at the little sun looking like a very small white round tassel suspended in that ghostly sky.

Yeah, it's Sunday malingering for me. I seldom do this. Not a habit actually. I couldn't do much outside except taking a bag of garbage to the bin. Sweep a little bit and brought in the clothes that I hang outside for airdrying. I have no clothes dryer and I very much prefer natural drying to electrical drying machine. That's one way of conserving energy.

Oh, yeah, there's still bit mandarin fruit left on the tree. So I ventured picking some.


Funny mandarin because they grew as big as kumquat. So I basically used them as kumquats, not mandarin. They're really sweet! When I squeezed two round fruits in my hot chicken-rice pot, call it chicken stew but at home, it is arroz caldo for us, it made my arroz sweet.

The green-yellow round balls behind the boiling pot inside the yellow ceramic container are kumquats. I used them in my cup of black tea and to add flavour with this dish, I cooked yesterday.

My daughter and I were not in our best element being sick, so I made this hot dish as a planned menu.


Recipe like this is good to ward off winter chills especially that here at home, I don't have a heater to warm my place. And am not keen on using electric blanket either. I do use woolen underlay and on top my bedsheet, I also lay a mink blanket besides the donna and another mink blanket to double up the weight to cover me in the night.

Anyway, malinger I did because I haven't done anything besides little thing in my bedroom and tidying the kitchen and bathroom. All the rest in front of the computer. In between are phone calls interruption. It's nearly one o'clock in the morning and I still have the rest of the printing to do. I can't plug the printer on because Halle is getting restless. I think she is nearing her due to give birth to her fourth time litters and am looking forward to holding and spoiling my new kitties. Like this one below.

Time for me to hit the sack. It's almost 2am and I'm not sure now if I can attend the Senior Choir meeting after this very late time of the day wasting my time here.

Good morning Australia.