I have established a habit of getting up early, I mean
really early in the morning. Part of it is a by-product of having a herd of
dogs, which waked up regardless around 4:30-5:00 AM everyday. My Anne and I
have great intentions of getting out and exercising, i.e. walking on the canal,
everyday as a great way to start the day and be together. Someone might say
walking on the canal in the dark isn’t ‘sexy’ but rather a scary thing.
We do have interesting experiences all of the time. There have
been a group of coyotes that walk from South Mountain everyday looking for
food. Yes, we have actually seen them walking up Central Avenue close to our
house. Anne, walking by herself in morning, was actually cornered by a group of
coyotes that saw our little dogs, especially Carly who struggles with eating
too much, as a great morning snack. Typically we don’t see many if any humans
out pre-dawn on the canal, which actually is good seeing our dogs seem to go in
the attack mode for some reason.
This morning as we are driving back we see this Nissan
Xterra wrapped around an Intersection Light Pole. As we are driving past we
realize there isn’t another vehicle, animal or human that could have caused
this accident. As I am driving back to my Starbucks the lights in the
intersection are out and I realize that this guy must have been either texting
or reaching down for something and accidently swerved and collided with the
pole. I am afraid that the front end of his Xterra is going to need a total face-lift.
A year or so ago we were coming to the canal and noticed
that there were a couple of school buses that were stopped and not moving.
Anne, who is the cheery helper, especially in the morning, jumps out of the
truck to ask what’s wrong. The bus driver quickly tells her there is a little
puppy running underneath the bus and she is afraid that the bus might hit it.
Anne finds this little white puppy that has black spots and quickly rescues it
from the sure fate of being flattened by two school buses. I volunteer to sit
in the back of the truck with this adorable little pup. Little do we know that
this little pit-bull mix would become our beloved, crazy family dog – Freckles
or aka KONG. She is no longer a little 5 pound pouch but a 50 pound bundle or
energy and is totally all muscle.
I know that staying up past 10 every night makes it tough to
rise early but we have made this a pattern over the last 5 years since moving
to South Phoenix. After our walk in the dark we go to Starbucks for Anne’s cup
of coffee for work. I usually help set up the outside furniture for the
younger, obviously not too strong, female baristas. This has become such a
habitat that if we are late or I am doing something else I feel bad for the
gals. Yeah, I do get a free cup of coffee on occasion for helping. It has enabled
me make some great friendships and get large quantities of free coffee for some
of our major events.
I have also come to realize that one of the best times to
write and think, yeah I do ponder and wonder about the great mysteries of the
universe on occasion, is in the morning before much is happening and my
Starbucks is usually still empty. I know that in theory there are great
examples in Scripture of Jesus and many others who got up before dawn to
connect with the Heavenly Father and go over their calendars or at least think
about what was ahead.
I have to admit that adding a couple of hours in the early
morning helps make my day happen so much better. I do enjoy blogging and
thinking out loud. Yeah, sometimes I write non-sense and once in a while I will
get feedback even from my PhD brother who writes all of the time. So I am
surprised when I am meeting with someone who automatically starts up the
conversation with my last blog and ask if I am talking about so and so. Yes,
that was about so and so. Wow – someone actually is reading my blogs off of my
Facebook posts.
The one who has inspired me to write more and more has been
my daughter, Heather and my Anne. It has been my Heather that has become the
writer in the family. She has written a lot of amazing poetry and short stories
that are incredible. My day really isn’t complete unless I’m writing about one
of our kids, teens, grandmas or something that just happened like our neighbor
that had a heart attack when he looks up while texting and wraps his vehicle
around a pole. I am glad that my day hasn’t started off that way!
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