Friday, September 24, 2010

Morning Notes

I am eating breakfast alone this morning as Warren is giving a talk to an early morning Rotary group. We almost always eat breakfast together.

He just drove off and I am sitting at the kitchen table, with the early morning light just coming through the trees, listening to the birds outside.

My notebook is open in front of me and I am writing these lines out longhand.

The day promises to be hot - the last hot one of a short string of them. I plan on walking to the library first thing this morning before it gets hot to swap my books.

Right now, though, it is cool. There is just enough breeze to clatter the kitchen blinds a bit and stir the wind chimes hanging in the dogwood tree.

I have a lot on my mind. There is a blog post or two stirring around. There are bills to pay and chores to do. My hours have dropped off at court due to changing projects and priorities, so I am stretching already tight dollars a little tighter. I am missing my far-flung children a lot. Little things, big things. The kitchen table still holds a few empty canning jars and I wonder, idly, if I could can my thoughts and put them on the shelf.

I smile at the thought of canning up my cares and concerns.

There is plenty to put my hand to, and I know I need to start the day. But for now, for this moment, I am content to sit here, watch the morning light rise, and welcome the day.


Sharon said...

I think I'm a bit jealous of your free time, your ability to reflect and, of course, the fact that you can walk to your library. I would LOVE to be able to do that. I think it's time to move...

Deedee said...

I, too, smiled at the thought of canning up your thoughts and putting them on the shelf!

My husband just left for work and I was sitting at the dining room table with my cup of coffee looking out at gray, cloudy skies and thinking kind of gray thoughts. Then I opened up the laptop to escape those gray thoughts and came across this! If I could can those thoughts I was thinking, I don't think I'd keep them on my shelf though.

Thank you for your lovely musings. I'm ready to get going and face the day now!

I am the working poor. said...

Your canning your thoughts reminds me of the Ziggy cartoon I put on my fridge, where he is carrying a box marked "worries" and putting it on the curb with the recyclables. Can't wait for those blog posts you have stirring!

Jackie said...

I love the way you write, April! I too, am a bit jealous of the free time (even if it makes the pocketbook a little tighter) and the fact you can walk to your library. Your morning sounds like it was delightful and perfect for reflection.