Day 280
Mom---“Beth! Go
wake up Dad!”
Beth---“Becky!
Go wake up Dad!
Once
I got my “lazy” butt out of the comfy bed, I managed well-enough. I reckon!
As
a “kid” I despised having to stop the fun game-of-life to come into the house
to eat; bed time hurt even worse (what a waste of 8-hours a day); my teen years
found me out “late”, or, perhaps, “early” as dawn often greeted my return home
from yet another wild night of “fun”.
Once
civilized (somewhat---I reckon…sure enough) with a wife and kids of my own, I
came to treasure the overnight respite finding getting up early in the morning
a real chore. Of course, if chasing the ole whitetails or “quacking”
feathered-friends was in the offing---well…I am all-in!
So,
a I “matured?” and the kids grew, waking old Dad in the morning to get a jump
on the day-at-hand became a “problem” none of the family cherished---not in the
least!
I
did not eat breakfast as that “waste-of-time” could be best devoted to
additional “sleep”.
Lady
Candice had the distasteful task of waking me for several years until daughter
Beth received the assignment. Since Candy had wrought the un-kind conclusions
of having to wake me for too many years, she had palmed the tedious, and
un-rewarding, chore to Beth; very quickly, as soon as practicable, Miss Beth
diverted the assignment to little Rachel Rebecca.
They
claim I was not receptive of Candy’s or Beth’s morning fiats, but that I never
crabbed at Becky (I don’t remember it that way, but, Oh! Well!). Becky came
into my bedroom and made animal sounds to awaken me. Then, I’d wrestler her
into bed and we would play. Hmm!
So?
If the old walls could talk and tell their humorous tales, I reckon they’d go
like this:
Mom: ”Beth! Go
wake up Dad!”
Beth: “Becky! Go
wake up Dad!”
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Go away!” Memories!
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