Routine.....ah beautiful, reassuring routine. I just love it, I promise dear imaginary reader that I am not wedded to one specific routine. I can play things by ear, be spontaneous, float through a day, ya get what I am throwing down?
I have a couple of friends that don’t want anyone to speak to them until they have enjoyed at the least their first cup of coffee, if not their first pot. You defs can speak to me as soon as the ole feet hit the floor. My thing starts before that - I need to wake up well, perhaps the word is gently. My alarm can be music or what ever gentle tones are set on my phone, no military alarm, screaming birds for me. I turn off said alarm, close my eyes for a minute, often having to think “do you know where you are”? We have travelled quite a bit in the past couple of years, remembering where you are makes that first trip to the loo much more pleasant haha! Then comes to the coffee, dark roast please - freshly ground if possible. Man that sounds pretentious! Both my girls have worked as Barista’s, have great coffee knowledge and have turned me into a coffee snob right along with them :) . Coffee consumed preferably near a window where I can see nature/people watch while reading/playing on my IPad. Breakfast, toast with peanut butter or poached eggs. After that the day unfolds generally as planned. Go to bed repeat.
All my life’s a circle;
But I can’t tell you why
Season’s spinning round again;
The year’s keep rolling by.
The song that I am quoting is “Circle” by Harry Chapin, what a talented story teller he was, gone waaayyy to soon. Spending hours listening to his music and being fortunate enough to attend a few of concerts with family and friends (right Bracebridge girl and Blarney’s Dad?) were highlights of my teenage years.
Some mornings I wake up with a start, did I forget to set the alarm, a phone call jolts me into reality, or sh*t I forgot what ever! I get up and get going but somehow unless I truly work at it, the day is just off kilter ya know? That and my own self enforced to do list or what ever other problems real or imagined can set my day off into a deep slide off the side of a cliff. I am trying to get better handling the low level funk that can go hand in hand with days like this - do something that I know will give me pleasure and not just work on knocking things off the list. These days I like to think of the bends in the road that Harry mentions in his song. Just keep on keeping on and the road will straight again.
Ya, ya I know, the song is about love and I agree. I mean come on, lets me honest. I really do love TLOMIL, but do I LIKE him each and every day - NO! Seriously, we have been married for almost 32 years. The love always wins the day, its a circle, we get to the beginning again.
This morning for some strange reason, is not a gentle morning. I am on my perch, drinking my coffee watching the gently moving leaves change color as they dance in and out of the sunlight. I am enjoying toast with avocado (way to change it up Jillie), then I hear a tap, tap that gets more aggressive. I know what it is, and head into our work out room with my camera
His life is a circle as well...he comes back on what I believe are his bend in the road days....
He tries to fly through the well marked window, banging his beak again and again. While it is sad to watch, its nice to know that you are not the only one having “a day”.
So dear imaginary reader, I’m going to head out into the sunlight and into Effortown and get on with my day. I wish you a day filled with mostly straight lines, perhaps a few bends full of fun!