I got up far too early this morning. Maybe I’m like my dad in that respect. He was a true believer in early to bed, early to rise. In fact, he went to bed with the chickens and thought everyone else should too. His stubborn children, as well as his wife, didn’t agree.
Dad had a ritual each night–wind the clock (this is when everyone had the wind-up kind and after my sister left home. When she was home, it was her job to wind the clock.) Anyway, he’d wind the clock. Then, he’d sit on the edge of his bed and take off his shoes. We, in the living room, could hear that shoe drop–clunk! In fact, you could hear it all through the house. Then, we’d wait for the second clunk and know both shoes were off. The old saying, waiting for the other shoe to drop might have been taken from Dad.
Anyway, that’s just a memory on this early summer morning. By the way, I did hear thunder some time during the night, but it was just a sound. It didn’t herald a coming rain. This is a time of sizzling heat and spotty thunderstorms here and there. Some of those storms are fierce, but brief. I’m waiting for a nice, soaking, all-over type of rain that lulls a person to sleep. Then, I’m betting I wouldn’t be waking up quite so early in the morning.
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