Our summer mornings start like this:
(Read the post, I mean.) My summer morning doesn’t start with a booze walk. Or does it? ….
We (Harlow and I) get up around 6:40 a.m., go downstairs, I say, “do you want your breakfast?” And then he does his breakfast dance and I love it more than I probably should. His breakfast dance includes wiggling his butt and shoulders while I get his “omelet” ready. And his omelet includes a mix of dry dog food with some raw meat log on top.
Raw meat log. Doesn’t that just sound good?! I’m not sure if that’s the actual name, I buy it at the pet store by our house and it’s in the refrigerated section and vets rave about how good it is for your dog. Harlow LOVES it. He loves it to the point where he won’t even touch his dry food without a little meat log sprinkled on top, which is slightly annoying… but what Harlow wants, Harlow gets.
I think it was while googling, “how to make your dog live forever,” when I learned that one of the biggest (controllable) factors in life span for dogs is their diet. And then I went off the deep end and started buying only organic food (which I don’t even buy for myself) and insisting Harlow takes 5-7 vitamins a day (I don’t take any.)
Truthfully, the main reason I sling t-shirts as hard as I do is so Har can afford the finer things in life.
But I just went off on a tangent, where was I again? Oh yes, our summer mornings.
It’s breakfast, then coffee, then park time, all before 7:30 a.m. And every time I slip on my sandals and jean shorts to go to the park I think to myself, man I love summer. It’s just so much easier than winter. Do you know what a process it is to get straight out of bed and put on boots and a coat and a scarf, gloves and hat just so Harlow can take his morning potty break? It’s the worst. Simply writing it makes me cringe.
Thus the inspiration for today’s post. It all stemmed from me being at the park with Har at 7:00 a.m. this morning, with the sun beating down on us, temps already 80 degrees, freshly mowed grass sticking to my sandals, and just taking it all in. Summer is the best.
But don’t be fooled, the fear of winter is always there, ask any Chicagoan. It’s constantly lurking in the back of our minds… winter is coming…. it’s coming.
After park time we go back home and it’s tempting not to jump straight into emails. But I usually force myself to write in my “crazy lady dream/mantra/goal book” for at least a few minutes. It helps to clear my mind and set some good intentions for the day (at least that’s what I tell myself.)
But once that’s done I dive straight into emails. 70% are from t-shirt customers, 20% blog related, and 10% random AF.
More emails. Then a blog post (hopefully.) Maybe a quick pilates class (maybe.) And then another Har walk.
Lunch is always at home, typically some sort of fish or an egg bowl. (Unless I had too much wine the night before, then it’s usually a Potbelly kinda day.)
More emails. Filling orders. Shooting product photos. Facebook posts. Gazing into Harlow’s eyes. More emails. And everyday I tell myself I’ll get to the coffee shop around 3:00 to write for a bit. And yet 3:00 rolls around and I find myself still doing something t-shirt related. It never ends (and it’s a great distraction from writing.)
And by 4:00 when I’m drained, Har and I like to go on what we call our “stress walk.” It’s that time in the day where we’ve both had enough (Har gets very stressed watching for alley cats all day) so we go out to take a breath of fresh air and re-strategize for the night.
Okay full disclosure, today was another day where I had writers block so I just kinda jumped in to what would happen and omg I feel like this got so boring. I’m SORRY.
Blah blah blah, I work from the couch with wine until about 9:00 or so, then TV, then more blah blah.
Long story short, my day is mostly emails and Harlow. And how could I not feel happy about this? Just look at the face I get to stare at all day.
Oh man, this dopey smile brings me so much joy. On that note, it’s time for another Har walk.