6:30 a.m.: I’m awake; David isn’t. Even though it’s Saturday and we don’t have to be up for anything, my built-in alarm doesn’t reset on weekends. But that’s okay. I enjoy just being able to lay in, as David calls it. (My, has my vocabulary expanded since my English husband arrived.)
8:01 a.m.: We’re up. And since it’s not my “hair day”–I only wash my hair every other day–I jump in the shower while David washes up a few coffee cups and dishes he failed to do last night, pulls out the milk carton & turkey breakfast sausages, and puts the (organic) coffee on…all while intermittently checking Facebook, emails, the weather, etc. on his iPod. (I’m not sure what kind of withdrawal symptoms he’d go through if anything ever happened to his iPod, but I’m sure it wouldn’t be pretty!)
8:45 a.m.: I fix breakfast while David jumps in the shower. When we were first married and living in Virginia, David used to fix breakfast. But once we moved to Snyder and modified our morning menu, substituting oatmeal w/Xylitol (a natural sweetener), cinnamon, pecans, & bananas for flaxseeds over blueberries w/yogurt (we can’t get very healthy or tasty yogurt here) and poached eggs for boiled ones, I took over the task.
9:10 a.m.: While feasting on our scrumptous fare–we really do love our breakfast–we watch yesterday’s Enjoying Everyday Life with Joyce Meyer. Since her half-hour program comes on at 6:58 each weekday morning–I know, it’s a weird time, but that’s when the silly Discovery Channel airs her program–and, most days, we’re not quite ready to sit down for breakfast until a few minutes afterwards, we tape them and watch them the next day.
9:35 a.m.: While David finishes eating his oatmeal, instead of washing up the dishes, I announce that this morning he has kitchen cleanup duty while I finish up some spreadsheets I’ve been working on for the business.
10:00 a.m.: Our business meeting begins by going over the nicely colored Excel chart tracking the average number of apartments rented (& paid) per month since we took over the business, June 1st, 2008. (I have to start with something very visual for David in order to “prime” his enthusiasm and prepare him for the “nuts & bolts” financials…which he easily switches off from.)
12:00 p.m.: Business meeting adjourned with the conclusion that we’re pleased with seeing the progress we made in 2009 in spite of several challenges, including the most costly one so far in our 19 months as owners of Cedar Row Apartments–the fire on Nov. 10th that seriously injured Randy, our maintenance man, and Ana, one of our renters, and did major damage to our 1914 building.
12:05 p.m.: David heads to his office (on the other side of our conjoined apartments) and I head to mine. We both love spending extended time on weekends in our respective offices, doing various things on our computers– he on his Macbook; me on my Dell laptop. In Virginia, all we had was dial-up; here, we have high-speed internet via Suddenlink cable. (How I ever went so long with only dial-up I’ll never know!)
3:10 p.m.: We finally sit down to eat a bite of lunch: a typical quickie mix-n-match of Schwan’s microwave dinners. I say mix-n-match because we take their Turkey dinner and their Beef Tips w/gravy and “swap” the vegetables (i.e. I eat the Beef Tips with the veggies that came with David’s Turkey dinner and he eats the veggies that came with my Beef Tips). And for our viewing pleasure while stuffing our faces, we watched Glen Beck’s Revolutionary Holocaust documentary (aired yesterday afternoon). Very interesting and informative. I had never heard of the millions of people who were starved in the Ukraine under the Communists or any of the other “examples” Beck reported on that went well beyond the 6 million jews who were “exterminated” by Hitler and his regime.
4:00 p.m.: Back to our rooms for more “computer time” or whatever we choose to do with our “free time”. Me? It’s make my chess moves–I usually have anywhere from 10 to 15 games on the go at chess.com–while checking out Facebook posts and/or catching up on a few emails. David? Today, I think he spent time with his Mindmapping program. (Don’t know exactly what it is; all I know is it’s visual, it helps him to organize his thoughts/plans/strategies and he loves it!)
6:30 p.m.: Dinner tonight is another simple stand-by of sorts: a nice salad with a boiled egg & a little “packaged” salmon for David and some blackened fish (cooked in the over from a frozen state) for me. But our salads are almost meals in and of themselves starting with a bag of pre-washed Spring Mix. To that I add toasted sliced almods, chopped red pepper, sliced celery (for me; David hates raw celery), and grape tomatoes (for David; I’ve gone off the toms for now). Once at the table, David adds a dollop of cottage cheese and we top everything off with our favorite dressing: Newman’s Own Ranch. (We have to drive to Colorado City–30 minutes away–or Abilene–90 minutes away–to get Newman’s Own Ranch because we can’t get it here in Snyder. So, when we go, we sometimes buy as many as 24 bottles of the stuff at a time!)
7:00 p.m.: While chowing down we watched Huckabee on Fox. We don’t watch much “live” tv, but when we do it’s almost always Fox News.
7:45 p.m.: When Mike Huckabee straps on his bass guitar and joins the “Little Rockers” I usually retreat to my office again. And tonight was no exception. Hey, one of my chess opponents resigned. I’m back over 1700 on my rating! Yeah!
9:00 p.m.: After completing all my chess moves and catching up on Facebook, tonight I decided to browse a few posts here on wordpress.com. And that’s when I decided to write this post.
10:37 p.m.: Our infamous “pink phone” (after-hours number for the business) rang and Norma, who rents our 1917-2 apartment called to say their electricity had gone off. Rather than risk her husband not being able to find the right breaker on the electrical box outside their apartment, David put his boots on and went and reset it for them. (Thank You, Lord, that it was nothing more than a tripped breaker that was easily reset!)
11:06 p.m.: Even though it’s the weekend, this is still WAY past our bedtime–although, I’m not sure how late David would stay up if I didn’t go on to bed. But this was fun. And I’m glad I did it. Good night.