Currently reading:  East of Eden by John Steinbeck, The Path to Power by Robert Caro, Codependent No More by Melody Beattle

Listening to:  Can’t listen to music right now, my writing garden soil is a bit over watered.   Just writing to the background noise of the television.

Got up this morning and went to work.  Upstairs for a bath filled with lilac smelling bath salts and flowery scented soaps. Then it was a quick slather of cocoa butter on wet skin.

Clothes went on, jeans and t-shirt.  Hands eager to get started.  A jaunt downstairs to work with hot water and soap.  Take out the trash, dishes scrubbed and in the dishwasher. Then a quick mug of good, hot coffee.

Mom-in-law sings as she waltzes down the stairs, eager to prepare the morning Father’s Day feast.  She asks if I need help with the dishes, I tell her just to worry about the food.

She gets to work, the refrigerator opens and out comes the pickled herring, cream cheese, lox, and vegetables.  Bagels are sliced, chives picked from the garden go on a china plate, the feast comes into fruition.

We sit at a table filled with wonder.  All on mismatched plates, china and ceramic.  Gold spoons and silver forks.  I slather my bagel with cream cheese and pile it high with lox and onions.  I sip my coffee.

We rest after breakfast and watch movies.  John’s choice.  Dinner comes upon us as the tropical stormy day turns a brilliant golden.  I sit outside with a bowl of watermelon, mint, banana, and pineapple.  I dash back inside for cappuccino fudge candy.

And I crawl back on the couch and think of things to write.  Running outside when I catch the golden hour of the evening which causes the household to stop.  “Everyone, you have to come downstairs and see the sky!” Mom-in-law shrieks.  I race to get my camera.

Then it is homemade hot chocolate filled with marshmallows.  Another announcement to head outside to admire the fiery pink and gray clouds.  The sky mixing with the sun and the storm.  Finally settling on a brilliant bright rose with golden hues. The colors reflected off my son’s blonde head.

A delicious day indeed.