Mornings become us...

[susandennis]

I've always been a morning person.

When I was about 12, Anne Parrish was the most popular girl in my circle of friends. If she did it, said it or wore it, I tried hard to do the same. One time she was sleeping over - I think it was more than just her - on a Friday night. Saturday morning came around and she was up like a shot at the crack of dawn. I was astounded. I thought the rule was that on Saturday you slept as late as possible because you could. So I asked her about it and what she said stuck with me like glue:

"Are you kidding? Saturday's my one day to do anything I want to do... why would I waste any of that time sleeping???"

That was probably the last day I slept in ever. I mean sometimes I'll stay in bed and kind of nod off until about 7 but generally, I'm out of the sack with coffee in hand by 6:05 or earlier.

Jake and Betty save most of their hijinks for the mornings, too. That's when Betty does her rug tunneling. That's when they play-wrestle, or real-wrestle depending on who said what about what. That's when they do their very best toy scattering work.

We're just a morning house.

And on Friday, Saturday and Sunday mornings, these days, that starts with a walk. Today was the waterfront route. There was a Greenpeace boat and a huge ocean liner and some nice little yachts. But, none of those photos turned out. On a whim, I turned around and got this one of downtown which turned out fine, I think. See that arch just at the horizon on the far right? That's the football stadium outside my terrace. This is taken from the spot that is exactly 30 minutes from there - if you are walking 3.2 miles per hour.