I am an early riser, and that is a good thing given all the little chores that define my day, family, farm, home, business. One of my all time, absolute, favorite duties is waking my youngest up so he and I together can pull our collective selves together and make our way to his day school. This morning, like so many more before it, started with me quietly going up the stairs, turning on lights, gently shaking my son awake. He never pops right up, takes after his mother on that account. Back downstairs in the living room, making my way to the kitchen, and my misplaced cup of coffee, I suddenly realized that all this is no more this time next year. You see my youngest, like his older brother before him, is off to boarding school. In a bit of a panic, I looked around, taking in the sights, and the silence, particularly the silence, for, as I said, the boy takes a bit a time get up and running. Anyway, as I stood contemplating the silence, and the passage of time, I took several pictures with my trusty iPhone, which I now share with you, my dear reader.
Early Morning Early Morning
14 Monday Apr 2014
Posted Family, Passages, time, Totem Hallin
Coulda shoulda woulda said:
I adore loose objects and curios myself. Only bit about the Victorian era I like besides engineering advancements of course! I have always found early mornings so lonely no?? Which doesn’t make any sense bc I don’t feel that way staying up late. Going off to school is going to be odd for both of you. One of my neighbours kids went off last year and even I felt empty nest syndrome!
Both my wife and I are incorrigible pack rats, cannot get away from it. For me, it is all about the background story of the object, the how, what, why, and where, kind of like your new table, or missed out on jacket. Like you, I find the early mornings lonely, and delicious, delicious in their coolness, solitude, and newness. Late evenings, if I am up, find me out and about, in the crowds, hooping, hollering, and generally carrying on, which is why perhaps the feeling of alone is held at bay. The thought of empty nesting is so odd, since I think I am still so young. Oh well, I always did want to learn how to play shuffleboard, and see what actually goes on inside the senior center…
Oh, do not forget, besides all those engineering marvels, the Victorian Era produced Sherlock Holmes and Sherlock rocks!
A rite de passage is looming for both of you.
I’m an early bird, I chat ten to the dozen in the morning, could eat a three course meal upon rising, I’m invincible really but come 9.30pm at night, it’s a battle of the will with my leaden eyelids.
Ah, yes, birds of a feather, we are, you and me, Miss Tabitha. I love the newness and promise that each day brings, at least early in the day I do. Hmmm, what path shall I take now?
I keep looking in the mirror for physical signs that I should be an empty nester. The mirror must lie, because to my eye, I do not quite look old enough for that particular reality…