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My favorite time of the day

It’s early morning, just before sunrise, which is coming earlier now that we’ve turned the corner towards spring. Morning temperatures are no longer frosty, not with our balmy afternoon weather in the 70s. I’m no longer feeling the need to stay bundled up, underneath the covers, dreading to get out of bed and into a cold, dark house. Even though the thermostat is set to 70 degrees at 5:30, I have not had the desire to jump out of bed and start the day. This week feels different, though.

So, here I sit, on my yoga ball, with the room growing light, feeling terrific while I type this post. This is my favorite time of the day. My brain feels charged up, ready to think big thoughts and make big plans, ready to take on the day. My body is well rested, maybe a bit hungry, and it too is raring to get the day started.

I like to read my emails, check Facebook, go through the newspaper, and come over to my blogroll and go through that list of people whose writings give me pleasure. Between those readings, I get my cup of coffee with chocolate soy. I watch a bit of TV news that Terry has on in the kitchen. I do my exercises. I fix my breakfast which usually consists of toast or cereal. I wash my face, brush my teeth. If there is laundry to do, I even get a few loads done before it’s time to leave the house for other pursuits. That was my day yesterday.

Today, though, I have no where to go. No errands to run. It’s going to be a day at home which makes me very happy. The next six days will have lots of goings and comings and activities. The forecast, though, is for sunshine and warm temperatures. The sun will rise earlier and earlier. I too will rise, at my favorite time of the day, and take on these opportunities with a refreshed body and mind.


…early to bed

When teaching I was always so exhausted by the time I finished dinner that I was ready for bed by 7:30. The days were long and arduous with heavy demands on my mental and physical energies. There were some Fridays, after a seriously long week, that I would just flop on the couch when I got home and even decline Terry’s offer to go out for dinner. It was too much effort.

I go back to those early blog posts and wonder how I managed to do all that I did. And, what is even more mind-boggling, those days were less demanding than the ones during the mid-90s when we were not only teaching our classes, but traveling all over to give presentations about the innovative work we were doing. I finally put my foot down on the traveling show and said that if people wanted to know what we did, they could come watch us in action. Our students deserved our time and energy in the classroom, not on the conference circuit.

Coming back to now, our days are not very demanding, except when we are taking care of tiny grandchildren. I  get to pick and choose the tasks, and if I fail to accomplish them all, there is always tomorrow. Or the next day. As I wrote in the previous post, I try to get the major work done by noon, or thereabouts. My afternoons are reserved for things that take little to no effort. Like reading. Or doing some yard work. Or sorting photos. Then fixing dinner and watching some of our taped TV shows.  By 9 p.m. I am ready for bed. Even when we travel, I want to end my day early and relax in the hotel room rather than running around to night spots. A good book, or a chance to catch up on blogs, makes a perfect end to the day.

Early to rise…

All those years of teaching…I would be up by 5 a.m. and usually out the door by 7. That meant getting up in the dark, and on winter mornings, leaving in the dark. As my retirement day got closer, I was getting more anxious about those early mornings. I just wanted to stay in bed until daylight. Was that too much to ask?

Now, retired, Terry and I feel like lay-abouts if we are still in bed at 7, which rarely happens. Most mornings, except for the coldest and darkest in the winter, we are up around 6:15. The heater, or air conditioning in the summer, comes on at 5:40 and the house is fairly comfortable by the time I throw off the covers and spring to action. I am a morning person.

I try to get all my chores done before noon, and if I have errands to run, I really want to get out as soon as the places open. I make all my appointments for the earliest possible time. My mind is alert in the morning, running on all cylinders. I have lots of energy in the mornings. I feel great, ready to seize the day. By 4 p.m., however, that is another story.

My mind has begun to coast. My body is slowing. The enthusiasm for most tasks has dwindled to nil. Even talking to people, an activity I love, becomes a dreaded chore late in the day. As you can probably guess, I’m not much of a partier, especially if the event is after 6 p.m. That’s why I like my “ladies who lunch” group. We meet at 11:30, and by 2 we are on our separate ways.

Recently I read an article about “sundowning.” At first I was concerned as it sounded a bit like me, tired and melancholy at the end of the day, but it turns out that it’s more about anxiety and agitation in the evening, a symptom of Alzheimers. I am still concerned, though, that as I get older, I find myself less and less inclined to accept evening invitations or take on obligations that would require me to do something in the evening. Our church holds its Vacation Bible School in the evenings, and I have told a number of people lately that I am unwilling to participate. I am quite happy teaching in the early hours of the day, but after 4 p.m….well, you know the story.

The pull of reality & routine

Although I am still at camp, the pull of school is getting stronger.  I am getting emails from different people for what will be happening next week, the first week of school, and the whole school year.  The tyranny of the urgent is beginning.

I am still here

I am still here

I spent time this week laying out the first week of school and what I plan to cover in the four subjects I will be teaching.  It will be a mad whirl that first week so I want to know where I am going.  Then, on my first weekend, I can figure out where to go with the kids for the next week.

Yearbook, however, is a bigger challenge.  I must go back and lay out the ladder, decide on a theme and cover, make falls sports assignments; in other words, hit the road running.

I will be teaching word processing again this year so must check out the new software and textbook.  It will get us through the first six weeks while the students learn the keyboard.

We will head down the hill early tomorrow morning, leaving behind the easy life and picking up our daily routine again.  I am ready.

but the pull from here is strong

but the pull from here is strong