This morning I was grumpy. Schools out so every one in the house get’s to sleep late. All I wanted was coffee and a moment to sit in the bathroom and read my book with the hot water running. This morning ritual drives my husband, Alex, crazy, because it is very wasteful, but I love the cocoon of steam, I love my little straight back chair, my time to read and my cup of coffee.
But this grumpy morning, I was out of milk. Slamming the refrigerator door I mumbled something like, “Seriously?” My black coffee was hot, bitter and not what I wanted.
Before disappearing into my steamy bathroom, I let Aries is our 110 pound German Shepard type dog out. She’s a happy, goofy dog and as my ex-husband used to say about me, “untroubled by serious thought”. Our biggest problem with Aries is she’s a kleptomaniac . The things she steals from our neighbors at night are bizarre, and sometimes useful. In the last two months Aries has appeared on the porch with a twenty pound bag of fancy cat food (hair ball reducing), a very fresh three pound cat fish, a full bottle of Windex and a brand new pair of Toms (still in the box).
After reading for twenty minutes I gave up on the coffee. I’m a baby. Black coffee just doesn’t work for me. I showered, dried my hair and tried to find something to wear. But it was one of “those” mornings when nothing looks right and nothing feels right. I think women are the only ones who understand these dreadful days, when discarded clothes pile up on the foot of the bead like fallen soldiers.
With my phone and bag in hand, I stepped outside and there on the porch sat Aries, with a jug of milk. It was plastic gallon with at least a pint left. The jug was dirty, obviously Aries dragged it through the woods to bring it home, but she was so proud of herself. I have no idea how old the milk was in that jug, but I went back inside and found a treat for my beautiful piliferous Aries.
I believe in miracles . They happen every day, though some refuse to acknowledge them as such. I truly believe God or Aries, or both, were trying to get me out of my funk. And it almost worked.