Bayou Chronicles
Sitting this morning having my decaf chai tea in lieu of my delicious pu uhr that T brought me from New York – ah the days of caffeine are gone for me (but not forgotten). I’m looking at the bayou, which is moving swiftly towards the lake and outside it looks brrrr cold. Although it’s actually the warmest day we have had since the advent of back to back cold fronts moving in.
A friend at Thanksgiving recited a haiku she had written about me a long time ago –
Rachel is my friend
——– (can’t remember the second line)
Never needs caffeine
Everyone has their mode of energy, mine is the blast off kind, where you wake in the morning and there begins a series of back to back tasks that don’t stop until I sit down on the sofa around 9ish in the evening and feel like I want to crawl to bed to sleep. This isn’t a mild feeling, it is a resounding crash and burn feeling.
Meanwhile T roams the house, eating, bathing, doing things with full energy because she has reclined, rested, reposed, really napped, and so she is stretching her day into the late night hours.
But Tin, I, Loca, Heidi are down for the count while the house cats are getting their second wind.