I said undeer my breath to the Robin who sang for the last 30 minutes at my window.
I had forgotten why I had come home to the Maritimes. The slow life, happy with simple things. As I sat on my lawnchair on my ground floor balcony and tried to seem awake, a small chickadee hopped from branch to branch on my balcony srubs.
So uncareing that I was there... Yes it is a beautiful day. But God... it is 8:30 and I always get up around 10 or 11.
Sitting there, I realize that Minne, the cat often wakes me with a little touch on my shoulder at about this time.. I am always mad for being waken and tell him if he does not stop I am going to lock him out of the bedroom. He was just saying... "It's a beautiful day... get up"
So not a lot to say... Hoping these few words show that I am happy to be alive. I think of Gisele and how she is so happy with her various sites of funny pictures. Why this realization?
Well, a lot happens from day to day. And I remember this morning when I worked at Pascal Hardware in the computer room... Just fixing one problem after another. I remember being told when I woke up in the morning... "Tony called last night and you said this.. you said that" because I was on call 24 hours for the computer room operators. I would wake up.. answer the "need help" call and go back to bed. I would never had known what I said if I was not told at breakfast.
The last three days have been like that... One problem after the other.. Now on a computer with 256 Mbytes of memory.. Yes 256,000, not 1 or 2 Gigabyte (1,000,000,000,000) like my other computer which bombed. I had to rebuild this old Celeron Dell to get back on the net. Had to move harddrive to and from as I used the computer to access the internet and get driver loading programs and then put the new 40Gbyte harddisk back to load it to run. Anyway... One problem after the other..
And of course, last night was like that. My night was so bad I was dreaming of driving a bus and or taxi and I think some people were just trying to create problems. Like the women between me and the front window (I don t know why there were 3 or 4 rows of chairs there) who keep waving her arm until I could not see where I was going. I even had a troublesome son-in-law in the dream who was trying to steal some newly painted bicycles.
So I am happy to be up... Listen to that Robin.. He / She was so happy.. The day is beautiful (a nice bright sunny day) One day to payday... but so many raison to be happy to be alive.
And if anyone calls to tell me about the problems of the world, which I don t care to know, I am just too busy to answer the phone. Do I care that a lot of athletics will be tested for drugs... I am so happy I do not have a TV.. I wonder if when the people in the news spend all day telling about the bad things in the world; if they hear that robin in the morning
Thank you God for the new day.. Thank you all for the Love I feel
