Good Mornin', Good Mornin'!

Good mornin', good mornin'!
We've danced the whole night through,
good mornin', good mornin' to you.

Good mornin', good mornin'!
It's great to stay up late,
good mornin', good mornin' to you.

When the band began to play
the sun was shinin' bright.
Now the milkman's on his way,
it's too late to say goodnight.

So, good mornin', good mornin'!
Sunbeams will soon smile through,
good mornin', my darlin', to you.

I am SO not a morning person, and evidence of that is that it’s after midnight and I have to be up at 5:30 and rather than sleeping, I’m at my computer keyboard, typing away...

I’ve always been a high energy woman, and at 57, it’s still no problem for me to pull an all nighter, but to go to bed at a reasonable hour and then get up early...ah, what a drag.

A is the same way, so it’s no wonder all 4 of our kids inherited this tendency to be night owls rather than larks. When the kids were little, aware that we all seemed to share this sort of altered circadian rhythm, I tried to wake them gently. I am not above appreciating the method of the fisherman in Old Man and the Sea, who takes the boy’s foot gently in his hand and waits for him to wake, and yet that seemed a little strange to me, and besides, to do it for 4 kids...it was more efficient, and more to my own nature, to sing them awake, and my absolute favorite to sing them awake was the Good Morning song from Singin’ in the Rain...

There is, however, no one to sing me awake these days...

Well, I admit I was serenaded by a crazy guy with an incredibly good voice at Central Market yesterday...picture Sterling Hayden in Altman’s The Long Goodbye, circa 1973, but singing Wichita Lineman to me, personally, and you'll have the picture...(yeah, "Oh, my!" was my reaction)...

But I digress...I’ve been using the three alarm clocks pictured above to try to wake myself in a timely fashion (they are deliberately set to slightly different times, btw)...but still I have a tendency to sleep through. Then, one day last week it suddenly occurred to me that I have an alarm on my cellphone...and I sat down and programmed it and, as I guessed, it is incredibly annoying and has the added advantage of going off every 3 minutes or so, apparently indefinitely, until I’m sufficiently awake to find it, open it, and locate and press the confirm button...

Voila. Once again, I’m up and out the door around 6:00 most days, which gets me to Starbuck’s for a coffee frappuccino with an extra shot just after they’ve opened for the day...

Yep, life is good, even with crazy guys serenading me at Central Market...hey, maybe that should be especially with crazy guys serenading me at Central Market...