Then
Mornings in 16 years ago much different than now. Remember those mornings well. Was student teaching, a hugh deal @ the time. School very close to home - I'd take bus in AM and walk home afternoons. Biggest deal back then was trying to overcome my Dad's death. He'd died on the Sunday of Thanksgiving. I started student teaching the second week in Jan. very soon,although 6 weeks. Back then we also had Aunt Marion living with us - terrible arthritis moved her from Wall Street to Mozart in the 1980's, and she moved house with us to Mt. Greenwood.
Mom used to get us awake back then. She'd put down the coffee, put out fruit for us to eat,and start to read the papers. As time went on and Mom aged,she'd stop starting the coffee,but put out some fruit for us. Then she stopped even that- when we got ready to leave for school, she would THEN get out of bed. My thinking is that she wanted to make sure to get out of bed while we were still in the house or else she mite not have the motivation.
And there was a most special guest back then-Neice.2,the best of all the babies in my family. .2,being only 4 or so, was a divine gift to Mom, Aunt Marion and I-after being so distraught over Dad, we had something wonderful to lavish attention over and to help us through. So, me worried, puttering about the house in the morning, Mom and aunt Marion about - and all sad: but w. the knowledge that the world continues.
Lovely baby. Canna remember just what made her so special way back when- but we loved her presence here in those bad days of our loss.
Now
Yeah,yeah,there's Mom,in bed-but these days mornings are typified mainly by 'addressing the Bolo's concern'. That means waking him up,crunching a cookie into tiny pieces and slipping a pill in it for him to eat-and then feeding him another capsule. At this point,he MAY be awake enough to get him upstairs for the rest of the cycle-but often Ill have to drag him upstairs in my arms. Then- a drop in each eye, followed 5m later by another drop in both eyes. Crush another 'cookie' into his food dish, and 10m after he eats his breakfast-then prepare his insulin and inject him. Shit- all i wanna do is go back to sleep-but here I am addressing the dog for 15 before I get to do anything besides the coffee.
So different, the years.
Mornings in 16 years ago much different than now. Remember those mornings well. Was student teaching, a hugh deal @ the time. School very close to home - I'd take bus in AM and walk home afternoons. Biggest deal back then was trying to overcome my Dad's death. He'd died on the Sunday of Thanksgiving. I started student teaching the second week in Jan. very soon,although 6 weeks. Back then we also had Aunt Marion living with us - terrible arthritis moved her from Wall Street to Mozart in the 1980's, and she moved house with us to Mt. Greenwood.
Mom used to get us awake back then. She'd put down the coffee, put out fruit for us to eat,and start to read the papers. As time went on and Mom aged,she'd stop starting the coffee,but put out some fruit for us. Then she stopped even that- when we got ready to leave for school, she would THEN get out of bed. My thinking is that she wanted to make sure to get out of bed while we were still in the house or else she mite not have the motivation.
And there was a most special guest back then-Neice.2,the best of all the babies in my family. .2,being only 4 or so, was a divine gift to Mom, Aunt Marion and I-after being so distraught over Dad, we had something wonderful to lavish attention over and to help us through. So, me worried, puttering about the house in the morning, Mom and aunt Marion about - and all sad: but w. the knowledge that the world continues.
Lovely baby. Canna remember just what made her so special way back when- but we loved her presence here in those bad days of our loss.
Now
Yeah,yeah,there's Mom,in bed-but these days mornings are typified mainly by 'addressing the Bolo's concern'. That means waking him up,crunching a cookie into tiny pieces and slipping a pill in it for him to eat-and then feeding him another capsule. At this point,he MAY be awake enough to get him upstairs for the rest of the cycle-but often Ill have to drag him upstairs in my arms. Then- a drop in each eye, followed 5m later by another drop in both eyes. Crush another 'cookie' into his food dish, and 10m after he eats his breakfast-then prepare his insulin and inject him. Shit- all i wanna do is go back to sleep-but here I am addressing the dog for 15 before I get to do anything besides the coffee.
So different, the years.
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