Quiet Mornings

Thread Four: Life & Changes

I used to have quiet mornings. When you have had them, you tend to miss them. I think it was just the way my life was back then.

So I prize today, because it was the closest to one I have had for a while.

You could enjoy a quiet stroll and get coffee on the way to work and actually think. You didn't have to see anyone in the hall if you were having a bad day. Or you had some time before the next person decided to exit his/her apartment. In my building, it is rigged where everyone comes out when I do. People alert others as to when you leave and then there are those blaring phones ringing from someone upstairs down to my neighbor's below. It never fails.

I guess this is a major difference between the suburbs and the city.

Here, I have to dodge people or circumstances if I want to have a quiet morning.
Then they blame you for ruining their quiet morning, because you have to be polite
and say good morning to them.

I think I like to go to work without having too much socializing between 6am to 8am.
I like to sit alone and contemplate the day. Or play with kitties. That way, you can sort of view the day before it arrives gradually for good or ill. Then you could have enough strength and concentration for any herculean tasks yet to come.

People here expect one to be a paramedic or a cop on the way somewhere. If it is not someone who is looking for money (food/drinks), it is someone who falls right near you or a car accident of some sort. I am the only one who usually handles it.
Aren't there enough democratic agencies in this fine city that handles this stuff?
Come on, really. We are a super power, and we have this so - called up and coming neighborhood, but everyone around me is always gagging on the floor.

So there goes the quiet morning. (or I missed my calling?)

Then, don't forget the afternoon or the evening.

Since when did people become so accident - prone?

Or maybe they never let anyone let themselves handle a problem? Or is this a place where sidewalks are supposed to be a hospital, and I am some sort of Florence Nightingale?

Thank goodness, I am not codependent, because I might have carted everyone to my building and then gotten sued for spreading swine flu or some other virus.

Upon studying these people, I find that they want help, but not the right kind of help. The people who help don't help the right way, either. For instance, buying sugar for a diabetic? Hmmm...

I know this wasn't the case when the concentration around me was strictly suburbanite or an even mix of Democrats and Republicans. A gal who once emailed me asked if I had somehow ended up in a ghetto.

I laughed. If I were a social worker or other such community worker, wouldn't I be thrilled?!


Cats

I think cats must be magical in a fanciful way. They have this way of stealing into your life without too much intrusion. I like how they sit on a window sill and gaze outside, how they bleat plantively like sheep, and then bask in any kind of attention you give them. Right now, the kitty is trying to climb onto my lap, and I had to shoo him away. Now he is in a state of caterwaul.

http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/e/enrique_iglesias/donde_estan_corazon.html

I played this song for the golden-haired one. It reminds me of him, because I saw him in a dream running around asking, "where are you, where are you?"

Sigh!

Enrique Iglesias must once have been a poet. Or his dad must have some kind of role model. This kid really is it!

I sent the song to a poet just yesterday, too. I was trying to tell him that his poetry reminded me of song writers' work.

I may read his blog later if the morning holds up.

Plus there is coffee, too (smile).

And no one who needs ambulatory assistance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's a miracle!


Mary Stewart

I told someone I was researching Mary Stewart. Right now, I don't have a clue as
to what I may say to explain how characters from her book are jumping out in strange but significant ways. It is just something that happens, because I am not living my life. I think these books are subtle hints and reminders.

I hope that for everyone's sake, I wasn't really supposed to be First Lady.

Talk about toppling world governments while drinking coffee. This one, I'll leave to O'Bama...for now.