Good Morning?

Several years ago, I decided that since every day of my life was going to begin with waking up, I might as well get used to the idea and not be so negative about it.

This philosophy has served me well.  I don’t spring out of bed singing or anything, but I’m rarely in a bad mood.  Most Saturday mornings (such as this one), I’m up at 7:30 or 8 and patiently stagger around the house until enough synapses are firing to allow the acquisition of caffeine.  During the week, I get my coffee at work, so I don’t have a coffee maker in my apartment.  On weekends I get my coffee from Starbucks or Dunkin’ Donuts a few blocks away.  This doesn’t bother me in the least.  I think it works well for me because it gets me up and out of the house, if only for a short walk.  In my mind, this equals some form of productivity.

To each their own I guess.  Face mornings in your own way.  But if you’re spending the first half hour of your days miserable, you might consider trying something different to make them more tolerable.

So, have you hugged a morning person today?

- J

Decaffeinated Morality

Saturday, April 12

7:00AM
My alarm goes off signaling that my life should now include getting out of bed, attention to matters of hygiene, putting on clothes suitable for destroying, finding a hat and heading to the train.  The eventual goal is to Do a Good Thing and help Hands on New York renovate a park in Brooklyn thus making a difference in the world and adding merriment to the lives of many children.  I am to be there at 8:45.  I have been assured there will be coffee when I get there.

7:30
Arrive at the subway, take my seat and read

7:50
Wonder why I haven’t left the station yet.

8:00
“Ladies and Gentlemen, due to switch and signal problems at Queensborough Plaza, all Manhattan bound N train service has been temporarily suspended.  This train will go to 39th Avenue and then return to Ditmars Blvd.”Wellll frick-n-frack.  Now what?  I could *inhale deep breath* take this train to 39th then get off and walk to Queens Plaza take the R into Manhattan then transfer back to the N (all on a weekend train schedule mind you) then get to De Kalb Avenue in Bklyn, get to the park about an hour and a half late and then find my church group and start working.

Or I could just go home and play Wii all day.  I pace back and forth on the platform caught in the crossfire of a battle raging between my conscience and sense of duty vs. my laziness and desire to relax after a horrible week.  

In the midst of my pacing I see a purse sitting all alone on a bench on the platform.  As we all do I looked at it and then looked around for a possible owner.  Not seeing one I took it to the MTA office at the end of the platform and gave it to the (astonished) MTA representative.  It should be noted that when I told him I found a purse and was trying to return it he looked at me like a dog would look listening to high pitched sound.

Having done my good deed for the month day, I returned home and felt somehow justified settling into my papazon chair with a Dr Pepper and $50 worth of Wii points to spend and began what turned out to be a great weekend.

 

 

How J Makes His Morning Iced Coffee

‘Cause I don’t want to write about anything deeper right now

Take two (2) twenty (20) oz. (ounce) venti (large) Starbucks (overpriced) cups
Add two (2) packets of Sugar in the Raw
One (1) pump of Hazelnut or Cinfully Nutty flavored hot coffee (depending on which is offered that day)
Swirl to dissolve sugar in hot flavored coffee
One (1) pump of whole milk
Add ice from soda (coke) machine
Fill remainder of cup with cold brewed, regular Starbucks (overpriced) brand coffee
Mix by pouring coffee concoction from one cup to the other two (2) times (X)
Consume and awaken

I might post again later once it kicks in…