It’s the first full day of spring, and we have received a few inches of snow here in Michigan. It fills me with little joy and lots of body aches. I might have to confess to growing older.
This is the current view from the window above my writing desk.
I have a morning routine of heading to my writing desk after I’ve fed the dogs and myself. Of course, feeding Gidget McFidget and Bruce Wayne is the number one activity in the morning. They wouldn’t have it any other way.
They are creatures of habit. After I’m done eating, sometimes before I’ve finished, Gidget will try to herd me like she’s a border collie toward the corner of the family room where my desk, a glorified card table really, sits waiting for me.
Her dog bed is directly behind my chair, in front of the fireplace. She will assume her position on the bed and look from the fireplace to me as if to say, “Are you going to light that thing or what?” I accommodate her wishes and flip the switch to ignite the flame which is conveniently powered by natural gas.
I refer to her as my writing coach, or editor, because she makes sure I have my butt in the chair every morning. She can’t prevent me from messing about on the internet when I should be writing, but she can get me to my desk.
Since Gidget and Bruce are both senior dogs, I try to make their lives easier. Last week, I purchased a little ramp to help them get to their favorite viewing area atop the ottoman. No need to strain themselves while they guard the neighborhood from squirrels and delivery trucks.
Hopefully, it will warm up soon and we can get back to enjoying the sunshine and Bruce can harass the squirrels in person instead of from the other side of the window.
Dawn Levitt, Author 