I ended my day yesterday evening with two fingers of The Glenlivet on the rocks. It’s a simple pleasure that I indulge in from time to time. I prefer the 12 yr old single malt but this particular bottle is impossible to find anymore. Brad happened to stumble onto this at a local liquor store…
It has a slightly different flavor but is every bit as good as the original. I’m not sure what the difference is and never bothered to read up on it. I just know I like it. The first time I tried The Glenlivet 12 yr old single malt was on a first class flight to DC for our 30th Anniversary and Brad’s retirement from Sherman P.D. in April 2005. We had a blast. First class was amazing but I’m not sure the free booze and heated mixed nuts were worth the cost of the trip. We are glad we did it but we haven’t flown in years. Too much hassle. No where we really want to go.
Another simple pleasure is good coffee. Specifically, Black Rifle Coffee. As I’ve mentioned before we prefer the JB, Just Black blend with hints of chocolate and vanilla and our monthly subscription gets us three bags of ground coffee per month at around $12.00 per bag. It’s not got a lot of acid and doesn’t make me jittery even though it’s not decaf. It doesn’t taste burnt like Starbucks and the company is run by military veterans.
Another simple pleasure is living in a rural setting with my retired husband and pretty much doing whatever we want whenever we want. We have good retirement, affordable healthcare through Humana, good physicians and family close by.
We are also spoiled rotten. If I need something Brad jumps up and gets it for me. Yesterday was my turn to spoil him and I drove into town to pick up some electrode patches for my old TENS unit so he could get his sore neck and shoulder to relax. I’ll probably make his favorite breakfast this morning now that I have fresh eggs, namely my Pat Muffin with a fried egg, topped with thinly sliced honey smoked turkey and extra sharp cheese on a toasted Tom’s English muffin.
We are always doing little things for one another, asked and unasked. He said something yesterday afternoon about it would be nice to have a cold beer but he hadn’t restocked the fridge. I smiled. He lit up. “You didn’t!” Yup. I did. While he was gone to the chiropractor I stocked the fridge with Ziegenbock and just in case it wasn’t cold enough I grabbed a cold mug out of the freezer.
I make the beds in the morning…sometimes it’s after noon…and before bedtime I go in and turn down his bed for him. It’s such a simple thing and makes him feel special.
He makes coffee every morning because I like it the way he does it. I never quite seem to get the same amount from one time to the next and he gets it just right. Not too strong but with plenty of flavor and I can drink it with or without sugar. We cut out the half and half a month or so ago and don’t miss it at all.
I load the dishwasher and he puts up the clean dishes. He’s not fond of loading it and I can always manage to rearrange things and cram a few more plates or glasses in. It’s like a puzzle. I like puzzles. And by putting up the clean dishes he gives my poor back a rest. The Whirlpool dishwasher is deeper than our last dishwasher and the lid almost rests on the floor! That’s a long stretch for me, bending over the dishwasher to both load and unload it. So, we tag team it.
Well, it’s about time for me to get moving and get something accomplished. Our A/C-Heating guy was out yesterday and I deliberately did not sweep the floor before he arrived because there was going to be cellulose insulation to sweep up anyway. Every time I think I’ve got it all I spy another clump under a piece of furniture in my studio. The attic access is in the hallway outside my studio. I got the immediate mess cleaned up but the rest of the house needs a good sweeping. But I’ll dust furniture first.
Have a blessed RED Friday, ya’ll.