It is an exquisite morning. I have already walked the dog and despite the cool temperatures hovering around freezing, it is beautiful. The winds are not employed by ‘Nature Mama,’ therefore it is not overly cold to be in. There is a beautiful frost coverng the rooftops and the lawns. I walked by and thought that so many people are not really privileged to be able to witness this short-lived beauty because they never take a walk. That is sad. They just don’t know what they are missing.
I must admit that it is always the last thing I want to do in the early morning. I so want to have my cup of coffee but Stewart forces me out. Once out, I want back in, but in a perverse way, I am thankful to Stewart for forcing me out. He, on the other hand, is so desirous of getting on with things. In our house, you could rate us for early morning energy: Stewart, me, then Mary Kay. I pretty much don’t need my coffee for real energy, it is more the psychological aspect for me.
I love the quiet.
Normally, quiet is not my thing. I revel in noise. As a kid I would always have the television and radio on when I did schoolwork, something considered to be a bad thing. For me, it was a method; I tune out the background noise. For whatever reason it seems to be a comfort to me. I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that as a child, I was often alone in the house, my older sister being elsewhere, my mother as well. Friday nights were more often alone than not, my mom going to the Aragon Ballroom in Cleveland to dance and my sister out with friends. I remember making pizza from a box, adding pepperoni, making popcorn later. I watched the Flinstones and the Jetsons. In retrospect, it was a great time.