Lazy Sunday

I wake up at 6.30am.

LouLou was asleep on the couch. Oh, I hate that. I must remember to say something to her about next time. Sleep in the spare room, we have more than one of them. I know she says she likes the couch. I wonder if it has something to do with the open fire. You know what chicks are like with heating.

Speaking of which, I rescue the fire. It is still burning, just, so I get small pieces of wood and re-fuel it. It bursts back into life. I know I have said this before, but getting fires burning again is one of my few talents.

Sunday mornings are made for old jazz singers, Cleo Lane, Vince Jones, Nancy Wilson. I put Vince Jones on quietly, which doesn’t disturb LouLou who is still asleep on the couch. She is a heavy sleeper, I know that.

I make coffee and take it and the mull box outside to the wicker chairs on the veranda. Buddy comes in as I go out. I roll a couple of joints outside and smoke them, enjoying the serenity of the morning. Sunday mornings should be serene just with the soft melody of jazz. Or even the soft whir of the breeze, even. 

The bulldog is stretched out in front of the warming flames when I come back in again. 

I make more coffee. I head back outside and roll a couple more joints. Well, I can’t do much inside with LouLou asleep. She is a heavy sleeper, but I still don’t want to wake her up.

I smoke too much pot and have to lie down on the other couch by 7.45am. I put on headphones. I kind of drift off, half asleep and half awake, relaxing, feeling like I am melting into the couch itself. I love that feeling. 

Sam got up at 9am. LouLou was still asleep. I wanted him to make more coffee, but he didn’t want to wake LouLou up. I said, 

“Don’t worry, make coffee.” 

Sam held his finger to his mouth. “Shhh.”

Sam and I sit on the two smaller couches doing screens.

LouLou eventually wakes up. We chat for a bit. She makes tea. I smoked a couple more joints, she won’t smoke any pot when she has to drive. She makes more tea. Then she makes more tea.

Eventually she gathers the multitude of bags she has bought with her together into her car. 

LouLou left in the afternoon. She was heading to the Springvale Crematorium. I didn't really ask why? It would be a good place to get stoned first, I reckon. And then, you know, float about. After that she was going to Kilsyth. I had to give her directions using the toll ways. I thought she’d never do it, being Ms Sat Nav Challenged. But, she did it, no problem.

We didn’t do much for the rest of the day. It was a lazy Sunday. 

We ate stir fried veggies for dinner.

I didn’t wash the dishes before I went to bed. Bad me. So much for a new leaf turned. 

Chriso how are you honey I had a nice long chat with Antony and got an update on everyone glad you have a really nice man in your life send me a home line and I can call you still struggling to learn skype we can use that too I love you very much 

Connie Papas