Good Morning, Taylor.

I think I have bad news for Ragdoll. I’m a morning person. She thought I might be after how tired I got late at night when I’m out. She said she might use me for mornings and going to bed, but I had to remind her that I’m not an alarm clock.

It’s 7:30 AM, on our first day of work. We’ve worked out that I will have breakfast before work, so that my love of coffee will allow sleepyhead Ragdoll to stay awake through the morning. I don’t mind it. It’s really nice out on the deck this morning. There’s a nice fog in the valley.

There’s so much to talk about, but I don’t really have a lot of time. About another thirty minutes. So I’ll talk about today first. I’m really nervous about work today. I know it’s all just training and learning for right now. But it’s also my first job. Ragdoll has been doing this for years. So much that I know she doesn’t like it, but it’s money. But like you said, she can help me if I don’t understand stuff, or if I’m not the best at it.

I guess the real fear is the ragdoll part of Ragdoll. When she’s out, I can watch. When I’m out, she can’t help. I’m on my own. Also, I have to pretend to be her. I’m not her. And she has friends there. Will they know when I’m out? That’s also something I’m worried about.

Maybe I can convince her to do all the work, and I just enjoy all her off time?

I know I can’t do that.

Wow, it’s a lot colder in the morning than the afternoons. I still have about twenty minutes, so I’ll talk a little about the last few days.

I’m still on strike. The house is getting cleaned up, but it’s still a real mess. Until she at least makes it so that it’s not hard to move around the house, I’m not doing any picking up. She’s at least trying. The Living Room finally looks nice. The Dining room and hallways are at least walkable. The bedroom and the office are still a real mess. As soon as they become walkable, I’ll start picking up around the house again.

Thirty minutes until the new job.

I had a good day on the town. But I know why Ragdoll is so weird about going out and dressing down. I got some ugly looks while I was out, mostly from a person at breakfast and the barista at the coffee shop. But the day was otherwise really good. Breakfast at the diner was nice, but I was a little unsatisfied with it. I need to be more adventurous. It was a really good breakfast, but not anything I couldn’t get at home. Ragdoll can cook all these things and even I can heat up eggs, sausage and toast bread. I need to make sure I’m trying things I can’t get at home. Those hash browns were great, though.

After that I went toaster shopping finally. I burned my finger trying to make toast in the pan the other day and finally put my foot down that I wanted a toaster. We went to two places to buy a good toaster, and each one didn’t have any to sell! They only sold them online. So the second place suggested a place in my new town. And I went to get them. And they didn’t have them either! They had floor models, but not any in stock! They gave me a good brand and model though, so I asked Ragdoll to to order me one with my money. She did it without taking my money later that day. Thank you, Ragdoll.

From there I went to a place one of Ragdoll’s friends recommended that made macarons and ordered ten random ones. And I decided to look for my new coffee place. The one in the old town was so nice, I hoped to find one that was just as nice. The one I went to was bustling. Lots of people, some playing chess, others just talking. a few on laptops. ordered a latte, but the barista wasn’t very attentive. IT took a long time but when she served it,she did it with a look. I decided this was not my new coffee place. There’s another across the street I’ll try next time.

The coffee was good, though, and I sat on the beach and enjoyed my macarons and coffee. Except the macarons were so so so sweet! They were really really sweet! I planned to have five for me, and five for Ragdoll. But I ate three before I said it was too much. She told me later they were too sweet for her. I didn’t think that was possible.

Ten minutes to switch time.

It sounds like I didn’t enjoy the day, but i did. I spent a lot of time on the lake, reading my book and some poetry. People watching. Enjoying the feeling of the sun on my face. That’s such an amazing feeling. I spent four hours in town just enjoying the day. And it was lovely.

Looks like I had time to write about everything I wanted to.

Because the job is looking to take up a lot of our time, we’re switching our routine from day/night to every other day. She will still have Saturday Nights. Sunday will just depend on what’s going on in her life.

The kids are going into the school right now, and that’s making Ragdoll squirmy. That may be something we need to work out in our new mornings.

Five minutes.

I should probably finish up my coffee. We’ll both be checking messages on our breaks, and I’ll be out for lunch. I have a tomato sandwich I made last week in the fridge that’s probably a tomato casserole now. It was good, but too much. When I make new ones, I’ll use a lot less tomato than the recipe called for. It’s good. Just a lot.

Just a few minutes before we need to switch back, so I’ll close up for now.

Wish me luck, Taylor! I’ll talk with you soon.

–Andrea