March 12, 2010

• Bird song

  I'm sitting at my computer. Nothing new.. except it's early.. really early for me. It's going to be a busy day and already I've bustled around the house, emptied the dishwasher, started laundry, fed cat, dog and fish. All the little mundane tasks that make up my day.
  
  All winter long I linger in my bed until the last possible moment. I think that some in the household think it's because I'm lazy or maybe because I stay up too late. Nothing could be further from the truth. I'm a sun girl. I love my late nights but no matter how late it may be before I hit the sack, I always rise with the sun. As Winter deepens so does my sleep in time. Then Spring returns and bit by bit every morning, the Sun peeps in my window earlier and earlier, I rise to start may day earlier and earlier. I call it "Sun Time". H on the other hand is always up at the same time every day. He needs no alarm clock or reminders. He's simply up and into his routine. H is content  having the run of the house early mornings. Toilet when he wants, putz around the kitchen, maybe catch a little of the Weather Channel before popping off to work. A very leisurely and predictable schedule. H calls it "His Time".
  
  Sun time and His time finally converged today. Awkward.  This morning I beat him the the bathroom, beat him to the kitchen, turned on the radio not the TV (horrible aren't I?) He simply is not used to my being "in his way".  I threw off the whole tempo of  his day. Poor dear. It's not that I like disturbing his mornings. I had to get moving myself today. So much to do, to do.
  
  Today my temporary sojourner leaves to join her new "temporary" family. Lots of packing and of course the source of today's laundry. Can't let her move on with a (huge) load of dirty clothing, can I? Well, I could, actually. But she did remember to bring it all to the washroom at the last possible moment before leaving for school. I'm glad she did because I would have been embarrassed to send her off with bags of dirty clothing. Yet, I would have let her leave that way. We all have to live with the consequences of our decisions, good or bad. Hopefully, she will begin to put two and two together and decide to make better choices. Did I mention she's 16?
  
  She also intruded on "His time". Last night she made a last ditch plea to me to let her stay home to pack and "stuff". Not going to happen, I told her. So next she asked if I could get her out of school early. Not going to happen, I told her. Well, can you pack for me while you're home today?  Definitely NOT going to happen Disappointed she headed off to bed early... and was up and barricaded in the main bathroom before 6am. Now that put a real monkey wrench in H's day. Poor Dear. He was forced to use the secondary facility.

  I'm still sitting at my computer...  supposed to be paying bills, researching a new fridge, looking for parts for my discontinued model Delta faucet, ordering new checks, getting our Income tax done, thinking about what's for dinner, can I fit in a trip to the market after my hair appointment, visit the g'baby who's been sick, finish the mending, put together a lesson for Sunday School, oh, AND Cub Scouts and still pick up my temporary child by 2:30....       Sigh.

  All this racing around my mind, bumping and jostling for supremacy. Do this, think that, be there... a jumble of ideas becoming a knot of worry. When, in a distracted moment I hear... chirping, bird song, peeps and pips, and a quiet insistence that I listen.  I recognize them... that's a Cardinal, my Cardinal, and a Chickadee. Perhaps a sparrow.. no!  A finch!!  All joyously serenading the day. Glorious and happy and content. I can tell you it's not much of a day outside my window. It's cold. It's gray. It's damp and dreary and not inviting at all. Yet, somewhere, out in the garden there's a raucous celebration of life permeating the air.  It doesn't matter to them that the circumstances surrounding them as less than optimal. They celebrate life regardless.  Something to think about.
  
  
  

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