Early Morning

Waking early in the morning used to be an aspect of my life I didn’t appreciate, but now that’s changed. I love the quiet of the early morning. In my neighborhood, I don’t hear cars started up and leaving at this hour, and I don’t hear school busses drive down the street. It’s 6:30am and all is well.

After thinking about these early mornings of mine I find that I truly enjoy being out on my patio when the day is beginning. The birds are the only animals making any noise, except for my dog Brodie who can’t stop trotting around the yard. Ah the dove’s down the street begin their call and that sound always reminded me of Kenya. Finally I hear a bell from the high school three blocks away, but it’s really early for a bell there to go off. (must be set for daylight savings times, I really don’t know) My flowers are doing well and so are my tomatoes which reminds me I better water them today.

Yes I really enjoy this time of the morning. Coffee, Brodie, and sitting outside on my patio. It’s the best part of my day.

Monday mornings can be a good thing

I’m sitting here at the Anderson Cafe on Clark College and it’s 7:37am. Yes I’m here this early for a specific reason. If I come here at 8:30, I can’t find a place to park. There is one single truth about Clark College, the parking lot is full by 7:50am every morning. Now there are other truths about Clark, but this post won’t be about them. Parking is a pain here at Clark.

There are various reasons for the horrible parking situation here, but I think the main one is that we all love to drive ourselves to school. Lots of students take public transportation to get here, but apparently it’s not enough to make a difference with the parking situation. I, myself, drive and I was going to write down a reason why, but reality has set into my brain and I really don’t have a really good reason why I drive in by myself.

I could drive in with someone from my neighborhood, or pick someone up on my way in, but the truth is I’ve never have taken that one step to find out if that’s a possibility. I know, I’m rotten, but I come by it honestly. When it comes down to the nitty gritty, I value my alone time in my truck. I like driving by myself. I don’t have to talk to anyone, listen to music I don’t like, or listen to some person pontificate about how rotten their life is.

I guess you can say I’m selfish. And you know what? I’m OK with that for now. Because in my life Monday mornings can be a good thing, especially when I drive to school on my own.