Why, after all these years, does it still surprise me that my day only ever goes halfway right if I start it with a shower?
Gawd, how I need that immediate watery purge, to wash away yesterday’s stale ruminations.
So good as I summon these bombarding bullets of H2O to bounce the badness from my skull …
That heavenly cascade pummeling my pores … Gawd, how I knead that shampoo to lather and cleanse, and seep and scour, as I let the water of life permeate and rinse through my psyche …
Now we’re talking a fresh start: an actual reboot, rejigging and full recalibration of thoughts and intentions.
It’s now the morning after jaded pessimism.
I am renewed and I am ready!
But if I dodge that douche, or even defer it, and start off feeling gruff and rough … that’s how my day often unfolds.
The news headlines on my phone are a vexing blur of American shootings, crass Trump tweetings, a wallow in the Brexit mire or more Sinn Fein/DUP intransigence up North … and send me scurrying to my sports stuff refuge.
But if I start showered and fresh …
I fall through the universe and end up in Lily’s world!
And what a world that is …
I can delight in her frantic good cheer, take pleasure in those yelps, licks, tail wags and whirling circles of mad devotion.
Rather than be overwhelmed by her effervescence, or flatly bat her affections away, I am suffused with her optimistic stardust …
Why am I such a goddam goldfish, though? … I know up-and-at-it-get-into-that-shower-now! works for me, I do it for weeks … until I don’t …
So now, even my calf muscles are moaning as I finally unfurl my weary bones and body from the bed and try to erect them in the correct working order.
Trying to convince myself I am the better for those stolen extra minutes of shallow sleep as I rub my eyes, scratch, fart and generally just stumble into the day.
I actually feel worse, and snarl at brain’s bull about that surplus shut-eye being in the tank and I will be the better for it … later, sometime …
And 20 minutes later I’m still drooping around the kitchen.
I’ve had my poached egg on toast and coffee … Lily and Bella have been walked, fed, watered … those remaining dishes have been washed and put away … that Sunday magazine article on the countertop has reeled me in … then all those emails and tweets on my phone …
It’s still only nine in the morning … and I’m knackered!
And rudderless.
Proving yet again that if I do dodge the douche, morning is but a continued yesterday, an interruption rather than a new beginning.
I’ll do it right tomorrow … sure it’s only a day away, isn’t it?
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There is something about canine optimism…doesn’t matter if you’re gone 5 minutes or 5 days, the reaction at seeing you is the same. 🙂
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Sure is Claudette … it’s the cutest form of Alzheimer’s i know!
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My three pawsome pals never fail to raise my spirits, even on my darkest days. #GlobalBlogging
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Lily is just adorable, but yes I hear you, Max wouldn’t last five minutes in the wild, he’s too stupid. I’ve watched him chase a rabbit. I was impressed for all for five seconds, then the rabbit headed left and he went right. Absolutely clueless, poor little chap. As for me, like you, if I don’t get up and into the shower straight away, I may as well stay in bed. I just can’t function without a shower then a cuppa first thing.
#TwinklyTuesday
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Haha, I love your story of Max and the rabbit … Lily wouldn’t do any better, I can assure you.Good job they are so lovable, eh?
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I guess this is why we love our canine friends so. You don’t get that kind of optimism from cats.
Lily is ADORABLE!
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She is utterly gorgeous … the most even-tempered, enthusiastic, friendly creature. She is the optimist’s optimist Veronica!
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If I’m in a rush and skip making the bed I can guarantee my day will turn to sh*t, we don;t have a dog but a hapless feline fiend. Wouldn;t change him but there’s no way he’d make it in the wild, he didn’t even stop a random cat we don;t know from entering the house and eating his food, from his bowl, at the weekend! #TwinklyTuesday
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Now that’s incompetent; well done that cat!
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Ha, I just finished reading this post and my dog (on his couch dog bed next to me) just got attacked by a fly, at which point he swivelled his head and snapped his choppers at it, very lazily.
They’re so predictable but such an essential part of the family. #AnythingGoes
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That’s part of their charm … That dopiness has to be enjoyed and treasured. Good to know there’s something dafter than us, and loves us so – and we them😀
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Haha! Wish I could say the same for my guinea pig!
#AnythingGoes
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I’m sure he has his charms, Veronica!!
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I totally feel the same about a morning shower. It can make or break your day! #KCACOLS
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I am the opposite. A morning shower throws me completely off-kilter. Thanks for linking up at #kcacols. Hope you can come back next time.
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Oh well, no one size fits all, I guess!
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My dog definitely brightens up my day. I do agree that taking a shower in the morning does improve one’s mood. It’s like it truly helps you to feel fully awake and ready to conquer the day. #KCACOLS
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Yep, that’s me Crystal: conquering the day!
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So we agree on both counts, Crystal!
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I hate showers, end of, no further discussion. Now you have shown me why problems happen every day… Thanks for linking up with #globallogging.
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#globalblogging (am on my 3rd glass of ancient champagne, sorry!)
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I’m not sure I like ’em I just love the end result, Laura!
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I can’t start the day without a shower! Lily’s a beaut, thanks for linking up #twinklytuesday
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Thanks Kate
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