I haven’t blogged in a while. I have been busy–good busy. Too busy to do this. I have neglected this ongoing missive. And, to be honest, this post is made up of excerpts from a post I didn’t publish last August, so be patient. My mother has been on my mind lately and I have been getting up very early, well before dawn usually. The unpublished post was to be called “Mom’s hours” so I have pasted that into the title field. I promise to blog again with something more current in a couple of weeks.
“It’s just after 6 and I have had my coffee, made my bed, fed the cats and it is still dark…the sun is creeping up in the east, I can just see rosy fingered dawn…Much too early to be awake, yet here I am.”
“After raising three children for consecutive decades, getting them up in the morning, making their breakfasts and getting them all on the bus to school, my mother just stayed in the habit if getting up at 5AM, even when she lived alone.”
“…so many of those mornings long ago were dark and cold, frosty, drizzly. Terrible mornings in which to thrust one’s children, into the palaeolithic harshness of the American public educational system of the 1960s and 70s…”
“…early mornings, sweet tea and cinnamon toast and daypacks heaved onto small, grumpy, narrow shoulders.”