years ago. Waking up early just became normal for me. Although, now there was no need for an alarm clock anyway.
From what I could remember from the forecast, today was going to be nice out. Funny how we rely on technology to tell us the weather, the news, and even how to cook. It would be hard to not have that around anymore. I would check my phone as soon as I woke up like a smoker who needed to light that first cigarette before their feet hit the floor. Both of us were full on tech addicts to a certain degree.
Kat was a wiz when it came to tech. She was always learning about the newest gadgets and wanted to upgrade our electronics, but at the same time she was afraid of how well the newer electronics tracked our every move. I wasn’t sure I bought into all of that, but I did read a story about one TV that actually said they could listen to your conversations.
Having a TV that would listen to us would be ludicrous. Any why would the TV company care anyway? Something about advertising I think.
For now, I just needed to find some sense of routine. It would be hard because I was used having to get up and go to work to collect a paycheck.
Hell, not getting up and going to work felt weird. Almost like I was playing hooky or something bad like that.
I had always worked, always had some job. Even if I hated the job, I would work until I found another one or was laid off. Actually, rarely did I change jobs even if I hated it. The way I was raised, when you finally got a job that paid you well enough, you stuck with it.
Unlike today’s thinking, where jobs and employees are equally disposable, I valued having a job that I had been at for over a decade so far. I was hopeful that one day life would get back to normal and that job would still be there for me.
I went down to the kitchen to make some coffee and realized that I had no clue how to make coffee without the coffee maker. I grabbed my phone to see if there was any sign of signal. There was one bar that would pop up occasionally, but then it just said ‘no seervice’. I could attempt to make coffee, but more than likely I would ruin it and Kat would get angry because I would have wasted something as valuable as coffee, so I decided to wait until she got up.
I peeked out into the back yard to see what the weather looked like. The chickens were up and ready for the day so I went outside to let them out of their coop. Letting them run in the yard kept the bug population down and gave them food so we didn’t have to spend as much on feed.
As I walked closer to their run, they all began to chirp in their happy chirps and hoping over each other trying to get me to open the door faster so they could get out and play. Kat loved the girls and they had become pets.
They gave us lots of eggs that we would sell to the neighbors. At the moment, I was really glad to have them. Their eggs would provide lots of protein and in times of stress protein was so important. At least that is what Kat told me.
I sat on the bench and watched them peck and scratch digging for worms. The silence of the neighborhood was almost overwhelming.
I could hear people talking from across the road, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying and I couldn’t see them. I turned my head and strained to try to hear what they were saying, but to no avail.
We had installed a privacy fence around our back yard a couple of years prior. Since the road next to the house was so well traveled, Kat felt exposed and everyone could see our yard. The fence allowed us the privacy we needed. For now at least.
I heard the sound of the back door open as Kat motioned for me to come inside.
“Hi babe, wanna have a do-over of last night?” I asked, grinning from ear to ear as I grabbed her and pushed my pelvis against her butt.
She giggled, rubbing her eyes, still trying to wake up.
“Sure, how about tonight?” she said with a chuckle.
From what I could remember from the forecast, today was going to be nice out. Funny how we rely on technology to tell us the weather, the news, and even how to cook. It would be hard to not have that around anymore. I would check my phone as soon as I woke up like a smoker who needed to light that first cigarette before their feet hit the floor. Both of us were full on tech addicts to a certain degree.
Kat was a wiz when it came to tech. She was always learning about the newest gadgets and wanted to upgrade our electronics, but at the same time she was afraid of how well the newer electronics tracked our every move. I wasn’t sure I bought into all of that, but I did read a story about one TV that actually said they could listen to your conversations.
Having a TV that would listen to us would be ludicrous. Any why would the TV company care anyway? Something about advertising I think.
For now, I just needed to find some sense of routine. It would be hard because I was used having to get up and go to work to collect a paycheck.
Hell, not getting up and going to work felt weird. Almost like I was playing hooky or something bad like that.
I had always worked, always had some job. Even if I hated the job, I would work until I found another one or was laid off. Actually, rarely did I change jobs even if I hated it. The way I was raised, when you finally got a job that paid you well enough, you stuck with it.
Unlike today’s thinking, where jobs and employees are equally disposable, I valued having a job that I had been at for over a decade so far. I was hopeful that one day life would get back to normal and that job would still be there for me.
I went down to the kitchen to make some coffee and realized that I had no clue how to make coffee without the coffee maker. I grabbed my phone to see if there was any sign of signal. There was one bar that would pop up occasionally, but then it just said ‘no seervice’. I could attempt to make coffee, but more than likely I would ruin it and Kat would get angry because I would have wasted something as valuable as coffee, so I decided to wait until she got up.
I peeked out into the back yard to see what the weather looked like. The chickens were up and ready for the day so I went outside to let them out of their coop. Letting them run in the yard kept the bug population down and gave them food so we didn’t have to spend as much on feed.
As I walked closer to their run, they all began to chirp in their happy chirps and hoping over each other trying to get me to open the door faster so they could get out and play. Kat loved the girls and they had become pets.
They gave us lots of eggs that we would sell to the neighbors. At the moment, I was really glad to have them. Their eggs would provide lots of protein and in times of stress protein was so important. At least that is what Kat told me.
I sat on the bench and watched them peck and scratch digging for worms. The silence of the neighborhood was almost overwhelming.
I could hear people talking from across the road, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying and I couldn’t see them. I turned my head and strained to try to hear what they were saying, but to no avail.
We had installed a privacy fence around our back yard a couple of years prior. Since the road next to the house was so well traveled, Kat felt exposed and everyone could see our yard. The fence allowed us the privacy we needed. For now at least.
I heard the sound of the back door open as Kat motioned for me to come inside.
“Hi babe, wanna have a do-over of last night?” I asked, grinning from ear to ear as I grabbed her and pushed my pelvis against her butt.
She giggled, rubbing her eyes, still trying to wake up.
“Sure, how about tonight?” she said with a chuckle.
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