50

A new day. A new life continues.

It was 6:30 am.  I've already finished my run, shower, and salute to the sun yoga.

"I was such a teenager," Belle announced.  She came out of her room and touched my shoulder.  I was reading at the table in the kitchen area.  My required reading, set up by herself last week.  I think that she was veering in a new direction.  I was reading all the Stephanie Plum books.  I was on seven this morning.  The books were the ongoing education that Belle regularly put on me.  I was a "project".

"You are a teenager," I replied.  Where was this going?

"I was a girlie girl," she continued.  She poured a cup of my coffee, adding her creamer, some kind of chocolate mix that she was currently addicted. 

"You are a girl," I needlessly said.  She was dressed in shorts and t-shirt.  Her regular outfit.  She had already applied eye stuff and lip color.  Yeah.  She was a girl.  What else was new?  I'd find out when she wanted me to find out.

"Ranger is hot," she said. 

"Yeah," I smiled.  "Should I get some black clothes?"

It was her turn to smile. I waited but she didn't continue on the books.  It was early and I didn't know if she would be going to high school, the university, out in the quarter, or adventuring out in the city.  Every day was a surprise with Bellex.  I was finishing my second window for the greenhouse.  It was Summer. Still Fall and Winter to go.

I still need to get a new painting started.  I would be continuing the Finch Charm series.  A lot of finches in this part of the country.

"Are you ready?" Belle looked at me and raised one eyebrow.  She'd been practicing  "the look", as she called it.  She looked to she if Rosie had eaten.  She had.

"Yes," I replied, waiting to figure out what I was ready for.

Belle grabbed her backpack/book bag/purse and moved to the door.  Rosie followed her, of course, so I got up and followed after quickly sliding my feet into my walking sandals.