A Day in My Life: Sheila Morrison

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Woke up at 6:15 (unusual for me) astonished at how brilliant the sun was shining at such an hour. Have I been missing something? Must be nice at the cottage.

Stretched my cranky knee and deforming toes while listening to CBC. Answered the phone—my daughter downstairs confirmed she will go to the dreaded ECT appointment at 7:15, having adamantly refused the night before.

Get washed, dressed and go downstairs to find she has already practiced piano, lifted weights and ridden her exercise bike.

In the car by 6:45 before she says no again and wonder if I can stretch the 15 minute drive into 30 minutes. I do.

Deliver her to the nurses and head home, wishing I was at the cottage.

Tend to sick dog; his eye is gummed shut again and I gently squeeze wet cotton pads into his eye to coax it open.

Call the vet, get appointment for 3:15. Wish I were at our new cottage.

Call hubby to see if he enjoyed his morning walk. Wish I was there.

Back to the hospital; daughter is ready to go, ready for her reward, a treat breakfast. Hard to get a decision out of her on where to go but I exercise patience. “Just drive around and see what’s open.” Not what I want to do. At the Esquire she has a chocolate milkshake, replete with whip cream and cherry, and strawberry pancakes while I tease my caffeine urges with a decaf.

Home and back to dripping water into the dog’s eye. Walk the dog. Throw in the laundry. Wonder if I’ll get to the cottage.

Brush the dog. Email. Wash yesterday’s dishes. Sweep. Chat with daughter. Pile up a few things to take to the cottage. Heat up the rest of the left over pancakes for daughter. Walk the dog. Print off friend’s manuscript to read at the cottage. Grab a sandwich. Tuck daughter in for a nap. Throw clothes in dryer.

Make a list of writing projects roaming around in my head. Collect some info for one to write at the cottage. Take the dog to the vet. It’s 4:00 pm.

Still time to get to the cottage and catch a few rays. Feel like I have accomplished nothing.

Sheila Morrison

About Sheila Morrison

Sheila Morrison is a retired physiotherapist and educator. She writes short stories and is a public speaker/writer focusing on mental health issues. She lives in Halifax with her husband, Jim, daughter, Kemi, and their standard poodle, Jade.

2 thoughts on “A Day in My Life: Sheila Morrison

  1. AnnaAnna

    Sheila, ha! Nothing is in the eye of the beholder i guess. Maybe it felt like nothing because you were longing to get away. But I know you and I know how much you do on nothing days… thanks for sharing your list and reminding me about why we don’t see as much of you as we’d like ( the fruit salad gang)
    Anna

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  2. AnnaAnna

    Sheila, ha! Nothing is in the eye of the beholder i guess. Maybe it felt like nothing because you were longing to get away. But I know you and I know how much you do on nothing days… thanks for sharing your list and reminding me about why we don’t see as much of you as we’d like ( the fruit salad gang)
    Anna

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