The other day I was poking about the house making friends with the morning and anticipating my first sip of bean brew. Lo! What's this? Coffee happily perking all over my countertop hither and whither unrestrained. I'd forgotten to put my mug underneath. I mopped it all up laughing and enjoyed the best half-cup of java I've had in awhile.
My name is Colleen.
I love taking my time and finding beauty and humour in things before they happen - as in seeds and salamanders.
"The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing — to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from — my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back."
C.S. Lewis - Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold
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Aren't you glad you weren't making a whole pot :)
I like how you said ... " making friends with the morning...." Makes me think about my mornings and what I do to make friends with it.
I'm glad after all that that you did get at least a half-cup of java.
Sounds like my morning the other day. Except I managed to get completely trapped by the strap on my briefcase. The case, slung over my shoulder, slid behind my knees as I was bending down to grab my coffee...couldn't stand up. It was like getting stuck in a garbage can butt first.
Love to you P.!
Sonya - it was pretty funny. And it felt good not to get mad at myself about it and cut myself some needed slack. I have a bad habit of getting on my own case when I should give myself some grace.
Kori - oh yes! Very much. I might have failed to see the humour in it all if I had to mop 8 cups of the stuff!
Chickie! Thanks! It's very hard for me to make friends with the morning if it involves an alarm clock. I think I like to sidle up to the day. I talk a little but not too much and just feel it out. I'm glad I got a little bit of a drink, too. It actually reminded me of that commercial where that guy spill his coffee all over that expensive rug, screams with alarm, wrings out all the coffee from the rug and still ends up with a full cup of java - he wasn't concerned about the rug at all. He just wanted his precious caffeine. I'm blabbing. Good day to you. Adieu.
Ruthie - Oh! That's AWESOME! I wish oh I wish I could have seen that. Actually, the picture in my mind is pretty good. I'm laughing as I type. That's like a Charlie Chaplin sketch or something!
You are not a morning person are you?
Rachel - um, was that question or a statement? Okay. Here's the lowdown: I'm not a jump-out-of-bed-joy-to-the-world-first-thing person but I am definitely not a grumpy-and-miserable-so-back-off person. I would have to say that maybe I love mornings most because I do most of my dreaming and thinking and praying and laughing within the first 3 hours of opening my peepers. But I can be absentminded any time of the day. Ha! :)
Wo. Long enough answer!
Im not a jump outta bed joy to morning gal either. I wake up go pee- then turn on the coffee pot. Start making Bran's lunch- and sip while I am getting ready, on my days off I never ever set the alarm!
Im a night owl! woo hoo!
I also hate talking for at least the first hour! LOL
Bets - it's funny how we all have our rituals almost without even knowing it. Mark doesn't like to talk first thing either. At breakfast he'll just read and stir his cereal. My dad on the other hand says he's happiest the second he jumps out of bed and then all of his energy just goes downhill from there. I remember him asking me the plans for my day the very first second he would see me in the morning. I could hardly move my tongue let alone give a proper answer!
I know- we all have our little ways. Haaaa. I can just see him doing that- with muckaluks on? MUHAAAAAAA
He is stirring and reverting back to childhood- no?
Oh man if I jumped out of bed- Id be on some kind of pill- not naturally. I like to wrap up in a big blankie- and turn over back to la la land.
Me too! My Dad would be like: k time to get up- I would say= no! moaning and groaning in my groggy state
Ps- Hows your Bro these days? I just thought about him. Married? kids??
Okay, I finally have time to check blogs. And I see, peeking out from beneath this dialogue box, that the bottom line of your next-most-recent post says that I'm it. I want to hurry on up there and see what the heck it's talking about.
BUT! First I want to say I'm glad that you cut yourself the slack and just laughed about it. Sometimes I think God lets stuff like that happen to remind us that we need to exercise our senses of humour.
Thanks, Talena! I was glad for me, too. Having patience with myself is accepting myself shortcomings and all and it's very freeing. Now ... if I could just respond that way more often!
"...making friends with the morning..." and "...I like to sidle up to the day."
I love these. Excellent turns of phrase; captures it exactly!
(I'm impressed that you could laugh with half your coffee on the counter before the other half was in you.)
Hi Cindy, and welcome! Thank you for your words about mine. It made my heart glow and that's always a good thing. :)
As far as laughing before the coffee was in me? It surprised me, too. Oh. You said impressed, didn't you. Hmm. I guess I know me too well to be impressed but not well enough to keep from shocking myself now and then.
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