I like to write in the mornings. It’s quiet. The neighborhood, which is quiet most of the time, is quieter in the mornings. Oh, you get people leaving for work, but they aren’t noisy about it. They just get in their cars and go, especially when it is cold. They don’t linger. They just leave and that’s good, they don’t intrude on my morning and me. I don’t give them a thought and they don’t think about me. I need these mornings of solitude.

Mornings at the lake are nicer still. The birds start to chirp. It’s the dawn chorus. There’s usually mist on the water, rolling over the flat surface, swirling and slowly dissipating. Of course, I’m thinking summer here, with the warmer air overlying the cool water. Surprisingly, I don’t see much of the wildlife that must live in the woods around the lake. After a while, though, other people wake up and you start smelling their bacon – not that I mind the smell of bacon, it’s only that it reminds me of more mundane things like breakfast. Food, although necessary, can be an intrusion. It breaks the mood and keeps back the wildlife for the most part.

Even at home, occasionally, you get to see rabbits in addition to the squirrels that overpopulate my neighborhood. We used to have a woodchuck living in the area. He, or she, it may have moved on, although it could also be hibernating. I like to think it moved on. It could be destructive, which made it a bad neighbor to have. Food doesn’t seem as intrusive here.

I sit in my office, more of an area of the living room, with a cup of coffee and the blinds closed against the darkness. The sun slowly rises and I am writing. Sometimes a blog, sometimes a work of fiction and sometimes I am just capturing my thoughts in my journal, as I listen to the sounds of the house. Sounds like the furnace in winter, the washer, or dryer – I do laundry in the morning once a week.

Mornings are my “me” time. Morning is the time of the day when I am least likely to be interrupted in what I am doing – usually writing, although sometimes I just sit and sip coffee. Morning is the time when I am most productive. I’m usually well rested and ready to go. I hate it when work constraints rush my morning. I feel cheated when I can’t have that time to sit and write or think. Maybe it’s just habit, but I think it is an essential part of life – to have time to sit and think.

It’s important to have a time when you can just sit still and think, or do whatever you need to do to face your life. Not that my life is bad, it isn’t. It’s just that lately all I seem to do is eat, sleep, and work. That’s no way to live. There’s more to life than working, eating and sleeping, although they are all important. You need time to yourself. You need the times when all you have to do is please yourself. Take that time. It’s more valuable than anything else on Earth.



I am not one who is comfortable talking about myself but here goes. I enjoy writing, family history, and reading. I decided to do this blog because I wanted to try something new. I decided to make it a weekly blog because I wasn't sure that I could keep up with a daily one, and monthly seemed like I was writing a magazine. I think I did ok with my choices. You'll notice that there are not a lot of graphics on my site. That's because there are graphics plastered everywhere on the Internet and those sites sometimes take forever to load. This blog is a place where you can kick back, relax and be ready to be amused. At least I hope I willbamuse you. This blog is on a variety of subjects from my ficitional cat agency, the FFL, which is monthly, to instructional blogs to editorials, which are my opinions only. I admit that I don't know everything and could be wrong -- I frequently am. Now, stop reading about me and read what I have to say!

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