When I was a little girl and I visited my grandparents house, I witnessed a couple who lived a life full of ritual.  They would rise and my grandfather would turn the radio to a local station and "smoke" his first cigar of the day, which would last him the entire day.  I am not sure what he did with this cigar, as I never saw any smoke come out of it, but it did rest in an ashtray, and he revisited it frequently throughout the day.

 

My grandmother would wake and put one of her signature robes on.  She had quite a few of them, and I believe she sewed them herself.  If she had her way, she would have stayed in them the entire day.  After cooking two sausage patties, some toast, and a few eggs, for my grandfather, she would begin the part of the ritual I enjoyed. 

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