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“This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until its done. It’s that easy, and that hard.”

October 4, 2015

I am in a funk. I have been struck by malaise. Maybe it’s the rain’s fault. It does get old after 4 or 5 days. Maybe it’s my back which has been hurting and making me grumpy. My plans for the day were to stay home, not get dressed and lie in bed and read. Now I have to go out to get cat food. The only 2 cans left are back-ups, food I bought for them to taste which they hated and left untouched in the dish. Rather than toss the cans, I kept them as an emergency supply hoping hunger would overcome distaste. It didn’t happen so I have to get dressed and go to Agway. I thought I’d take a break today and not write Coffee, but then I got started and just kept going. I guess I need a place where I can whine and complain a bit.

The sun was out this morning for about ten minutes. I got hopeful. Foolish me! The gray, damp day has returned. I suspect we’ll have rain later. I had to run the heat again for one cycle this morning. With the cold, I have to keep the back door shut which complicates Gracie going in and out. I figure I’ll put the storm door in today. That’s a surrender of sorts.

Right now Gracie’s deep breathing, her occasional snores and the tap of the keys are all I can hear. The house is almost eerily quiet.

I have the habit of reading what I write out loud. I have to hear the words. My ears tell me more about the language than my eyes. I make corrections based on the sounds of the connected words and on the choices of words. Sometimes it takes me a while to correct a single sentence until it sounds right. I am now at the read aloud stage. I am done writing.

“Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.”

March 16, 2012

Having one bug wasn’t enough apparently. First came the cleaning bug and now I have the early bug. Most nights I am awake until well after 12, closer to 1 or 2 usually, then I sleep 8 hours. I found out that’s how much sleep I need after I tossed away the alarm clock; consequently, I sleep late some mornings: late, of course, being relative. Last night I went to bed early, around midnight. This morning I woke up at 5. That’s right. I woke up when it was still dark. I tried to go back to sleep but couldn’t so I got up and came downstairs for my morning coffee. Around 6 AM, adding a bit of emphasis with the AM, I went to the driveway to get the papers. It was a bit chilly out, but the birds were singing so I hung around a while. When I came back inside, I started my usual morning routine but far too early. This better be a one day event!

The local paper has police news called The Log, usually with a mug shot or two. I couldn’t believe the one I read this morning. A woman was arrested for speeding away from an attempted traffic stop. She reached 70 on the local roads before the police stopped her. She had her one year old in the car. The police smelled alcohol on her so she was given a sobriety test and failed. In addition to the speeding charge, she was then also arrested for driving under the influence, child endangerment, negligent operation of a motor vehicle and a marked lanes violation. At the police station, arrangements were made for her friend to pick up the one year old. The friend arrived holding her own young child. The police smelled alcohol on her breath. She also failed the sobriety test and was arrested for operating under the influence, child endangerment and driving with a suspended license.

I couldn’t believe it. Just go drunk to the police station, no big deal, and bring your child. People like these two walk the Earth among us. Keep that in mind and be careful.

I seldom have a diatribe. I admit every now and then I groan or complain and even whine a little. I hope you’ll chalk up today’s to my being awake far too early.

It’s going to be cold and might even rain today. I watched the eye-opener news and weather at 5:30 and heard the weatherlady say it will hit the mid-70’s next week. I figure for my first day of spring festival I won’t have to dress like Nanook of the North.


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