He woke up sore this morning,
seemed like every muscle in his body ached. After a few grunts and groans he
shuffled into the kitchen and started the coffee. No fancy one cup things for
him he liked to listen and smell the coffee percolate in the same pot he’s been
using for as long as he can remember. The shower felt good on his sore muscles,
so he spent a few extra minutes in there before the daily ritual of shaving
with an old straight edge his dad had given to him way back when. Besides who
in their right mind would use a throw away plastic razor that in his mind were
for ladies’ legs. He pulled out a clean white t-shirt from the drawer and a
pair of clean blue jeans that had more patches than an old bike tube. Back
in the kitchen he put on the work boots he just bought recently as the last
pair that he wore for three years had all but busted open at every seem. He
poured a cup of coffee and sipped at it while he fried a couple of eggs that he
had with a single slice of toast like he did every day for as long as he remembered.
He washed off his plate and began to pack a lunch when his daughter came into
the kitchen. “Morning dad” she said reaching for the coffee pot, what are you
up to today”? He smiled at her and said “Same thing I have been doing for as
long as I can remember” he said. She watched as the old man made a sandwich and
washed an apple putting them into a brown paper bag then sitting down with her
at the table he just kind of went blank. She got herself ready for work
thinking how sad it really was that he went through this every morning
believing he was still a younger man that went to work at the mill everyday for
over forty years. She kissed his cheek and said good by on her way out the door
never forgetting to tell him to have a great day. She often wondered what he
did once she left?
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