I don’t use an alarm clock. If I ever did, it was so long ago that I don’t remember it. I just “know” when to get up. Or if I don’t “know” for sure, I look at the clock and decide if it’s time to get up.
Anyway, this morning I “knew” it was time to get up.
I was in the bathroom putting on some shorts and a t-shirt and washing my face so that I could go start the coffee, when I heard what I thought was the garbage truck coming down the street. But, that couldn’t be right because this isn’t garbage day. So, I turned off the water and listened. Then, I realized it wasn’t a truck I heard … it was really loud thunder, and when I looked toward the window I could see flashes of lightening through the shade!
I immediately remembered a few mornings ago when, even though it was in a plastic sleeve, the morning paper was completely soaked by an early morning rain, and I had to just throw it away.
Let me just say here that I am a newspaper junkie. We get both the morning and evening newspapers, and I read them both. I do watch the morning news on Fox, but the newspaper is how I like to receive the majority of my news. Dry newspapers are important to me!
So, with that most recent soaked paper vivid in my mind, I raced through the house, out the door, into the light rain that promised to turn into a real “gully washer” at any minute, and down the driveway to retrieve the paper. But it wasn’t there. We have a new delivery person, so the at-least-by-5:30-delivery I’m used to isn’t a “given” right now.
Just as I turned and started to run back up the driveway, I saw headlights coming down the street. So, I turned around again (all of this, thankfully, still in just a light rain) and ran back toward the street — I’d save him throwing it and just take it from him. But then I saw it was an SUV and the paper person drives a car, so as the vehicle went past I turned again and ran back up the driveway and into the house.
When I walked into the kitchen, I looked at a clock for the first time … it was 3:45 a.m. Hmmm. Even an internal alarm clock will experience a power failure once in a while.
By 5:30 the paper was in the driveway and all was right with the world.
Except … I wonder what the neighbor who was driving past thought of Sandra running circles in her driveway at 3:45 in the morning. Sigh. I’m probably better off not knowing.