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02 June, 2007

Heaven is a Place on Earth

The alarm goes off. Is it time to get up already? I have never been a morning person, and I drag myself out of bed with great reluctance. Every weekday begins with the same words for me, “I don’t want to go to the office.” “Don’t go then,” says my husband as he goes for a shower.

An exuberant puppy greets me. Tail wagging nineteen to the dozen, wet nose repeatedly thrust in my face. She hasn’t seen me for eight hours and it’s playtime! So we play fetch. I water my orchids, looking with great anticipation at the new shoots. Breakfast is next on the agenda. A boiled egg is the puppy’s current favorite. She gets that, along with the chopped chicken. Then it’s a race with the clock to dress, lock up, and get to work on time.

At the office, the rescued Roadesian waits in anticipation for a hug and a cuddle. He raises hell if I try to walk past without. Time goes fast between paperwork, emails, phone calls, classes, and meetings both scheduled and impromptu. My work is diverse and challenging. Never a dull moment! I am one of the lucky few who love their jobs. I have also been blessed with fantastic coworkers. And a cute boss!

After work, sometimes there is shopping to be done (I don’t like the 7pm shutdown anymore). Back home it’s exercise time for the dog, involving an hour of ecstatic running around on the rooftop (she does the running, I make no more than a token attempt). When I am back in the apartment, I need to be half carried into the shower. Dinner follows, there is small-talk with the husband, a couple of phone calls and text messages, and I am ready to call it a night. I retire to the bed with my laptop and a book. One blog entry and a dozen pages later my eyes close of their own volition.

The weekend brings such mundane tasks as grocery shopping, cooking (I only cook once a week - go feel sorry for the husband) and sorting the two dozen outfits I somehow managed to wear in one week. The puppy loves having us home, she sprawls at my feet while I cook, sniffs at the plants when I do my balcony-gardening, begs my husband for a treat off his plate. Visits and outings are crammed into the two days, and board games entertain us on the nights we stay in. Before we know it, it’s Saturday night with the work-week looming. Time sure flies!

What kind of life is this, you say (I agree that it seems repetitive and tedious). But this is a life that is just tailor-made for me. I have most everything that I ever wanted. Wonderful parents, a loving husband, a darling puppy, fantastic friends, a great job (two actually), a decent home. And although I would have preferred a minor change here and there, my almost perfect life is heaven on earth.

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