This Week at Iten's Acres Spring Break Day Four March 31, 2015

Day Four of Spring Break:
I thought I might bore you with a "normal" day at The Acres--just in case some of you are aspiring hermits and desire to perfect your routine.
The day begins earlyish--not school time (5:30 or so)--but around 7. First, one must feed the master. To do otherwise is to endure a long and continuous tirade about priorities. A little seed is also distributed to the feathered friends--and chipmunks. After all, the master must have her morning entertainment as well. The early morning for the human is then spent reading--I have a non-fiction work, a fiction work, and a collection of poetry next to my chair. If some thought--or thoughts--are ricocheting around my brain, I write something on facebook. Okay, I find the feathered friends entertaining as well. I hate the chipmunks. Some crows have been dropping by for peanuts. The birds themselves seem to be pairing up. Males chasing away males seems to be the order of the day. Flocks are out of season. Even the few snowbirds that are still hanging around seem to be in pairs.
After breakfast--around 10--the morning walk is in order. (What? A hermit's breakfast consists of two eggs over easy, Canadian bacon, and toast. Milk? Juice? Come on. Pepsi--the elixir of the hermits.) The walk usually goes from front to back as slowly as possible. Never the same route. One never knows if the satellite has you under observation. Never be a predictable hermit. After the walk, it's back to reading. Lunch is at three or four (pizza. salad, Pepsi) followed by a walk to the mail box, a few minutes of rest and observation in the chair--lap time for the master. Then work! And camera time. Pictures of what new things have come up on The Acres. (I shall add the latest crocus photos to this lesson in hermiting.) As darkness starts to filter in, work ceases, time for a shower and then it's back to the chair. First, a quick update on the Cardinals, of course. Less than a week to opening day. Letter writing if necessary. Reading time again. Lap time again. Supper is at ten. (Pork chop, dressing, veggie) Occasionally, more mumblings on facebook. Stuff like how to be an accomplished hermit or some such intellectual musings. As you can tell, hermiting is not exactly strenuous or treacherous (unless the blackbirds attack you as you wander near the pond) or varied. I live for the joy of beautiful boredom--in solitude. If you are aspiring to hermiting, I highly recommend it. The first step, of course, is to practice being alone. All you need are books, a master, a beautiful place to walk and work, and Pepsi. What could be more simple? Enjoy the crocus!