It’s shortly after 7:30 on a Wednesday morning when I start writing this post. I am sitting down with my second cup of coffee and a piece of toast, having been up for over an hour. I have washed my hair, read the newspaper, caught up on Facebook and emails, even writing a few responses. As I waited for the toaster to pop up the multigrain slice of bread I danced across the kitchen floor, singing a tune. Why can’t I feel like this at 7:30 in the evening?
Terry sits at the dining table, watching me and smiling. When I voice that question, he agrees. Wouldn’t that be nice.
The Ladies Who Lunch carpooled, traveling a few miles to have lunch this past Monday in a small farm town where I grew up. I drove one car and we talked the whole way, out and back. One of the topics was the ability to do this early in the day, but after 4 p.m., forget it. I bemoaned that fact that I have completely given up going out in the evening as I just don’t have the energy, the spark, the extrovert personality that shines through earlier. The other gals agreed that it has gotten harder for them, too. This is the group of women who thought nothing of teaching all day and then putting on a dance for students in the evening. Or building a float for homecoming and having a parade late in the day. Or getting into a van with students and driving three hours to a weekend conference. That was then, this is now.
I will enjoy my early morning kitchen dances. It’s all I’ve got!