I wake to the all too familiar sound of the garbage truck across the way. I’m a good 50 yards from it and after 5 years here I usually don’t hear it. But wait, is that what woke me ? Another winter sound I think… Scrapping ice from windshield! I pause. I listen. Eracharrrahrrach like fingernails on a blackboard…
I mentally review the day asking after each task pops in… Do I have to drive to accomplish this? Quickly I check the weather. Is it supposed to get above freezing? Sun? More precipitation likely?
I lie back on my pillow. A little Scarlett O’hara calls out in my head…” I’ll think about this tomorrow” (ok 6 minutes from now) ” I’ll go to Tara!!!” Or maybe back to sleep.
New scrapping begins… I’m up. That’s all there is to it!
6:50 am is too early in January…
would you bring me some Coffee please? I’ll wait right here. Thanks
Bobbie Giltz McGarey