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In regards to my title this morning, I should have added ‘3 Hours Ago’.

For those of you who know me well, or have come in contact with me in the morning, you know I am not a morning person, which inevidently means I like to sleep in.  I have never fully understood how people can get up at 6:00 because they are awake and can’t go back to sleep.  To those people I have to say “Just roll over”.  It works for me every time.  My Dad wasn’t a morning person either, my Mom was.  She would literally tip toe around in the morning on the hard wood floor so she didn’t wake him up.  She was constantly crocheting or embroidering something because it was ‘quiet’, if it was summer she would be in her garden.  I remember during the school year getting yelled at for walking too loudly, which I admit I do, but I INHERITED IT FROM HIM!, or turning my bedroom light off and on too many times. (Yes, the silent light switch had not been invented yet). I can still feel the annoyance I felt then when he would yell from his bedroom that I was being too loud.  Because of my respect for him, or most likely fear, I never yelled at him at 1:30 in the morning when he woke me up after just getting home from work.  Granted he did very well coming in quietly, or fixing a bedtime snack quietly, and he even wore earphones when he watched the little TV in the kitchen ……….. but his laughter at whatever followed Johnny Carson woke me several times.  Boy, I miss that old fart.

I’ve gotten off track here, reminiscing was not my intent this morning.  My intent was the fact that I married ……. wait for it …… a morning person.  My dear sweet loving husband is up about 5:30 EVERY MORNING.  I get up with just enough time to get to work only 2 or 3 minutes late Monday through Friday; and nobody better not say anything about me not giving something up for Lent when I give something up every Sunday morning.  I give up what I enjoy the most ……. sleep.  Even the people that attend early church learned early on that I’m not a morning person.  Jim walks in all happy and smiling and full of chatter and I’m all scowling, carrying my coffee, and giving the ‘don’t even’ look.  There are a couple women who obviously do not have have the fear and they will sometimes hug me.  Occasionally, I will hug back.  Now about the family that sits behind us at early church.  I learned early on that the Dad was a morning person, he generally has a pleasant look on his face and when he speaks there is no sign of a growl.  Sometimes he comes in looking like he just got in trouble for something.  The poor guy probably doesn’t even what he did because the Mom definely is not a morning person either.  I know this because when our eyes meet we both growl, and give that dreadful ‘don’t even’ look to each other.  A lot of times she is carrying a mug of coffee too.  Walking in just ahead of them is their son.  I can tell that his feelings about everything is ‘whatever’.  He will sometimes sit with us on the aisle side of the pew.  I consider it a challenge to get him to smile so I will move just a little closer to him, a little at a time.  When I’m close enough I will then put my arm around him.  Sometimes I will pass him a note and as he reaches for it, only his eyes will move in my direction.    I celebrate when the corners of his mouth will almost turn upward into a smile.  Then there is the daughter.  Now this little female person is always donning an ear to ear smile, and if you listen close enough you will hear the hum of her little pixie wings.  Before the service is done, whatever little stuffed toy she brought with her will land on my shoulder or I will feel her playing with my hair.  Morning. Person. 

And off track I got again.  Saturday is the only day of the week I can sleep in, and I will not get out of bed before 9:00.  At which point my husband has been up for roughly 3 hours and is ready to talk.  I had to remind him a couple times this morning to shush while we made the bed.  He got ‘the look’ when he asked me a question.  He’s a pretty good guy so he laughs off my morning attitude and says “I love you dear.” I’ll keep him.  This morning I got fresh coffee made while I got dressed, kissed him after brushing my teeth, and headed to my Quiet Room with coffee in hand.  As I was trying to concentrate on Jonah, he was in and out until finally landing in the garage where the table saw started buzzing.  Alas, I decided I would write a blog since I couldn’t concentrate on the giant fish vomiting up Jonah on the shore.  (The moral of that story is God gave Jonah a second chance to obey, saving him from certain death).  During this writing, Jason the Happy Hummingbird appearled just outside the window, to which I had to stop and go inside to make fresh sugar and water for him.  When I brought the feeder in, I noticed icky stuff inside it so I had to pour some rice in there, add soap and hot water and shake it around and around to get it clean.   It’s now clean and full and retuned to it’s hanger and Jason is zipping back and forth.  I swept up the cat hair and organized the shelf with my plant stuff on it, filled the water jugs, and I’m on my second load of laundry.  The saw isn’t buzzing in the garage anymore, Jim wore himself out so he’s in the house.  My coffee is gone and a bottle of water is now setting beside me.  (Uh-oh, now Troy the Trooper Hummingbird and has shown up and he’s picking a fight with Jason). I guess I’ll try to finish my morning with God time, it’s only 1:30 now.  

Always pondering, 

dar