Morning Thoughts

I wake at 6:45am. I linger in bed for twenty minutes before realizing that being horizontal has outlived its purpose. Getting vertical takes a bit of an effort but once standing things start to happen all by themselves. I make my way to the bathroom to take a good look at everything. I step on the scale. Woops. I have to stop eating whatever it is that I’ve been eating because things are headed in the wrong direction. Nothing like the bathroom scale to give you your first dose of reality. Hello!

There are a million morning thoughts going around in my mind. Yesterday I came to a red stoplight beside a car with a beautiful West Highland Terrier panting out the rear passenger window. This dog looked exactly like Willi. Our eyes locked for several seconds. The mind does strange things…there’s my dog, that’s where he went! What’s he doing in someone else’s car? Actually it’s been two weeks since Willi died and his ashes must be ready to be picked up any day now.

More morning thoughts; I think of the time when we picked up my Father’s ashes. I carried the urn containing his remains from the funeral home into the car and then from the car into the house. I don’t think he weighed any more than fifteen pounds, urn included. Goodmorning! Soon I will be bringing Willi home. Naturally I wonder who will carry me home or if there will even be anyone left alive interested in doing so. Oh sweet mystery of life.

So increasingly more and more Six Feet Under by the minute, a new day begins.