I’m longing for some hot cocoa, but coffee is the only thing on the menu.
I don’t drink coffee. I think it tastes . . . well, awful. The two patriarchs in charge of the outdoor kitchen this morning may be set into a tizzy if I ask for hot chocolate. As soon as the lady of the cabin is awake, I’m going to ask her about it.
This has made me aware of how seldom we feel uncomfortable in the modern world. We have heat and cold when we want it (pretty much).
Soft beds free of vermin. (something I am very thankful for) Just THINK of what you might find in an average bed in the year 1475 ! But really, except for vastly better medical care and antibiotics, I am MOST thankful for hot water. Because there is nothing as useful to make you feel clean and warm, inside and out.
So Robbie and I sit hunkered up here on the rustic porch. Me with my journal and he with a bit of a disgruntled attitude from being coaxed up the steps. Yesterday he forgot he was 13 years old and tried his best to keep up with the kids and two Jack Russel Terriers chasing balls all over the apple orchard. His biggest contribution was in the barking department. This is a skill he hasn’t lost. But the running around is a dog of a different color.
He has modified what used to be an astonishing speed and agility, into a sort of shuffle, hop maneuver that’s kind of cute, but sad. He’s paying for it this morning though. He is moving very slow and taking small steps, poor thing.
The sun is creeping over the hill and shines on the tall pines across the way and is working it’s way toward us. I’m waiting for it impatiently. It’s an unusual condition to be in on the 22nd of June in this area. Usually, we are finding ways to avoid old Sol’s summer fury. But for some reason, this year he is much more laid back. No one complains, hoping the situation will continue. Maybe he forgot to check his calendar.
Right now all I can think about is going home and taking a hot bath.
Hey, wait, I hear voices in the cabin. The keeper of the indoor kitchen is awake. I might feel differently if I get that hot cocoa. . .