Denise Anderson Chores in PJs a first for Alvin


“Alvin, are you getting up today?” Mabel asked her husband for the third time.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m getting up,” he replied, but he didn’t move.

About 15 minutes later Alvin finally appeared from the bedroom in his pajamas and robe. He shuffled into the kitchen and got a cup of coffee, then headed for his recliner.

He put the footrest up and drank his coffee and watched the news.

A few minutes later Mabel noticed that he was asleep.

She shook her head and went back to straightening up the kitchen.

He stretched and yawned about an hour later.

“Are you going to get dressed today?” Mabel asked.

“Yes,” Alvin replied, “just now right now.”

“Why not right now?” Mabel asked. “Are you sick?”

Alvin shook his head. “No, I don’t think so,” he replied.

“Then why not get dressed?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Alvin replied. “I’m warm and comfortable like I am.”

“How are you going to do chores if you don’t get dressed?” she persisted.

“I’ll get dressed before I do chores,” he said. “Or maybe I’ll just do chores in my pajamas.”

Mabel looked at him aghast. She bustled around the kitchen. He must be sick. He had never said anything like that before. She snorted. Do chores in his pajamas? He would never do that.

She kept a close eye on him, anyway.

“Are you going to do chores soon?” Mabel asked him as he poured another cup of coffee.

Alvin looked out the window. He didn’t know what the rush was; it was still dark outside. He pointed that out. He never started chores until daybreak in the winter unless he was going somewhere.

“But it’s already eight-thirty,” Mabel replied. Alvin looked at the clock and then outside again. It was still dark at 8:30? He went over to the window for a closer look.

Mabel swore later she heard the swoosh of wind as he ran from the window to the back porch to get his coveralls on and put on his boots.

“Where are you going?” she asked as she caught up with him.

“Out to do chores,” he said as he headed out the door. “It’s going to snow and snow hard, and I need to get my work down before it starts.”

The glass on the window of the door had quit rattling before Mabel realized that Alvin had never taken the time



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