I was heavily involved with my morning routine. It was sometime in April, from what I could remember.
5:30am. I get a gentle kiss from my Irish Wolfhound, Lucey Lou.
5:35 am Now she is whining!
5:40am Now she has that look of almost desperation in her eyes. Those deep brown, almost human eyes, telling me " I NEED TO GO PEE"
She pushes her nose gently under the covers and rolls them back! NOW GET UP!
One foot out and then the other, I shuffled my way to the back door. Opened it and the alarm went off! Can't believe that I keep forgetting that I arm the house each night.
I let LUCEY out and Susie, her buddy. Run to the key pad, enter code.
Coffee has switched itself on.
Toast? Yes, Irish Soda Bread, Kerrigold butter and marmalade; the nearest I will get to Ireland.
iPad in hand I check my emails each day and reply in the morning.
This can take quite some time.
It's now 8:30 am. The phone rings and it is Betsy!
Betsy asked if I would be interested in putting the house on the
St James' Homes and Gardens Tour.
I looked out the window and at my back yard. It looked terrible. I graciously declined, there was no way I could get all of my projects together on time.
A phone call later to my son changed that decision. I called Betsy immediately " May I change my mind?"