I Could Hear The Milk
It's quiet this morning.
So quiet, in fact, that I could hear the milk as it flowed and drained over my cereal to the bottom of the bowl.
My dad left for work about ten minutes ago. I could've gone in with him but I wanted to eat a good breakfast (Honey Bunches of Oats with Cinnamon Clusters), spend some time in prayer (just talking with my God) and simply enjoy the stillness of a quasi empty house. At least for a little while.
Ben, my brother, is in the process of waking up. His alarm, the only thing that interupts the quiet besides my laptop's cooling fan, will go off several times within the next half hour until he gets up with fifteen minutes left until the start of his work-day (it only takes him five minutes to drive in).
My mom's been gone for a little while. She's the only one that enters my room in the morning to ensure my consciousness. My favorite question she asks, as well as my dad when he ventures in on occasion, is, "Are you going to work today?" To me it seems odd. In my head I'm thinking, "Yeah...why wouldn't I?"
Although from my lack of punctuality as of late (by that I mean for the last several months) and my taking a day off here and there, I suppose there's some validity to the question. I'm working on getting in on time (he says, as he types on his laptop, already half an hour late). Being late hurts my Christian witness, I don't make as much money as I could (I'll need it later) and I'm sure Jack, the owner, doesn't appreciate it too much.
My ideal morning is getting up around 6:15 to spend some time in prayer and in the Bible before getting dressed and having breakfast and leaving by 6:45. Although now that summer's almost here, I'd like to start biking in. I'll save gas, my car's life, and my own health. As a bit of a side note, I also want to pay my bills on time. I'm really bad at it and I imagine my credit score to be less than desirable.
There goes Ben's alarm again. I'd better get going anyway, I just finished my last spoonful of the sweet milk left in the bowl after the cereal's mass migration to my stomache. I'm off to the hiss, clatter and rumble of the machine shop. My mind will be just as busy.
It was nice to have quiet for a little while.
So quiet, in fact, that I could hear the milk as it flowed and drained over my cereal to the bottom of the bowl.
My dad left for work about ten minutes ago. I could've gone in with him but I wanted to eat a good breakfast (Honey Bunches of Oats with Cinnamon Clusters), spend some time in prayer (just talking with my God) and simply enjoy the stillness of a quasi empty house. At least for a little while.
Ben, my brother, is in the process of waking up. His alarm, the only thing that interupts the quiet besides my laptop's cooling fan, will go off several times within the next half hour until he gets up with fifteen minutes left until the start of his work-day (it only takes him five minutes to drive in).
My mom's been gone for a little while. She's the only one that enters my room in the morning to ensure my consciousness. My favorite question she asks, as well as my dad when he ventures in on occasion, is, "Are you going to work today?" To me it seems odd. In my head I'm thinking, "Yeah...why wouldn't I?"
Although from my lack of punctuality as of late (by that I mean for the last several months) and my taking a day off here and there, I suppose there's some validity to the question. I'm working on getting in on time (he says, as he types on his laptop, already half an hour late). Being late hurts my Christian witness, I don't make as much money as I could (I'll need it later) and I'm sure Jack, the owner, doesn't appreciate it too much.
My ideal morning is getting up around 6:15 to spend some time in prayer and in the Bible before getting dressed and having breakfast and leaving by 6:45. Although now that summer's almost here, I'd like to start biking in. I'll save gas, my car's life, and my own health. As a bit of a side note, I also want to pay my bills on time. I'm really bad at it and I imagine my credit score to be less than desirable.
There goes Ben's alarm again. I'd better get going anyway, I just finished my last spoonful of the sweet milk left in the bowl after the cereal's mass migration to my stomache. I'm off to the hiss, clatter and rumble of the machine shop. My mind will be just as busy.
It was nice to have quiet for a little while.
posted by Still Daddy at 6:18 AM
5 Comments:
Aaaahhh... It feels good to read an entry like this again.
Good entry. I like to have mornings like that too. It's rare, however, that I get up early enough to shower & get ready and read my bible over a quite breakfast. But when I can get it it's nice. Being late isn't an options since I'm the only employee, ha-ha!
I agree with Alyssa. It does feel good to read this again.
At times when I read your blog, I feel the sense of wanting to be a writer again. You are definitely my son, but you have taken up the mantel and run with it. Someday, maybe I'll share my writings with you. We are both "romantics" Adam .. and I'm so proud of you! I am first and foremost happy you love Jesus and are following Him. I am also glad you have chosen to write, and pray you will use it for His glory. You have a talent, use it; unlike your mom who has stored it up in her head for far too long, and needs to let it escape. I love you son! xo Mom
Adam, I honestly haven't read your blog in ages... I think it has to do with the fact that I am trying to write my masters' dissertation at the moment. However, I could not help but notice in this particular blog entry that you mention being late... you know how upset this used to make me when we worked at the Stork Club together... I was really hoping that it was a habit that you would break... but I can see from what you have written that sometimes in life it is ok to be late. I mean that was beautiful about the silence. I do not hear much silence anymore, now living in the second largest city in England. And I think that sometimes we as humans take some of these great things like silence for granted. Cheers for this post!
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