I woke up this morning at 4:15 AM. That is because I usually wake up around 5:00 AM or so. I laid there for a while and had a little talk with God. Then I planned my day. I tried to sleep and may have dozed off for a bit after cussing the government for the stupid time change anyway. I am sorry, I just do not get it. I know they are trying to save daylight hours, but come on people, are you really buying that? My days are 16 hours long and I am going to be in the dark on both ends of it. I have been closing up the geese at 7:00 PM when it starts to get dusk and letting them out about 7:00 AM. Now it will be 6:00 PM and 6:00 AM. It will be the same degree of darkness and they do not know the time has changed. Only I know now that the time schedule has been altered thus screwing up my whole schedule. Like I did not have my mind in enough different places. Hell, it was yesterday that I finally put my shorts away because I thought August was now over and I know we don't wear shorts after Labor Day. I completely missed Columbus Day, The State Fair, Beulah Art Sale, the turning of the Aspens, 3 of the kids birthdays and God only knows what else!
And now I set here with my muddled little mind wondering where in the hell Summer went! Seems like only last week I was bent over tending the tender little plants and digging out the lawnmower to chop the weeds into submission. I tried to do my "year in review" and thought it was 1997! Ever hear that old saying, "When you are over the hill, you pick up speed?" That is sure going on around here. Point is I have a hard enough time with out Uncle Sam messing with my bedside clock when my internal clock has already thrown most of it's springs!
So, now I bet you are wondering what I found this morning, aren't you? I found my shadow! I have spent a lot of the past week flat on my back on a heating pad feeling very sorry for myself. Must interject here that the little talk with God this morning clarified the fact that he had me down so I could think about some things that were a tad bit awry in my mind. So after I told him I was pretty sure he was right about that, I got up and as one is wont to do first thing every morning, I headed for the bathroom. The first switch I hit every morning is the one for the office lights. That leaves the bathroom dark. I opened the door and there was my shadow, waiting for me! Funny how we forget the little things in life, isn't it?
I had probably seen that little fellow a million times over the years, but I had forgotten about it! The poem we used to say years and years ago sprang into my mind. It goes something like this:
Source: The Golden Book of Poetry (1947),
Well, it goes exactly like that because I went to the Internet and stole it! The thoughts that spring to my mind with this poem are always of Nickerson, Kansas. I remember walking the dusty roads around the old home place in my bare feet. My shadow was always with me and as my shadow grew longer it was closer to time to "go in". Funny, we never called it going home, but always going in. Always liked Friday and Saturday night because we could stay up late and play "Kick the can!". Does anyone remember that? We always had a can from some where and that was home base. It was basically hide and go seek and when whoever was "it" found one of the hidden kids, they drug them back to jail. Then when the "it" person went off searching for more kids someone could run to home base and kick the can, thus freeing the prisoners. Ah, the good old days. And for the record, I am sure mother always made us wash our feet when we came in from playing all day barefooted. I know to this day, my feet are the one part of my body that is always clean. Always without fail.
So here I set at the computer and I can not see my shadow. I see my hands are making a shadow, but I must be setting on that little guy, cause he is now where to be seen. And if I am a female, why is my shadow a "he"?
And now I set here with my muddled little mind wondering where in the hell Summer went! Seems like only last week I was bent over tending the tender little plants and digging out the lawnmower to chop the weeds into submission. I tried to do my "year in review" and thought it was 1997! Ever hear that old saying, "When you are over the hill, you pick up speed?" That is sure going on around here. Point is I have a hard enough time with out Uncle Sam messing with my bedside clock when my internal clock has already thrown most of it's springs!
So, now I bet you are wondering what I found this morning, aren't you? I found my shadow! I have spent a lot of the past week flat on my back on a heating pad feeling very sorry for myself. Must interject here that the little talk with God this morning clarified the fact that he had me down so I could think about some things that were a tad bit awry in my mind. So after I told him I was pretty sure he was right about that, I got up and as one is wont to do first thing every morning, I headed for the bathroom. The first switch I hit every morning is the one for the office lights. That leaves the bathroom dark. I opened the door and there was my shadow, waiting for me! Funny how we forget the little things in life, isn't it?
I had probably seen that little fellow a million times over the years, but I had forgotten about it! The poem we used to say years and years ago sprang into my mind. It goes something like this:
My Shadow
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.
He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
Well, it goes exactly like that because I went to the Internet and stole it! The thoughts that spring to my mind with this poem are always of Nickerson, Kansas. I remember walking the dusty roads around the old home place in my bare feet. My shadow was always with me and as my shadow grew longer it was closer to time to "go in". Funny, we never called it going home, but always going in. Always liked Friday and Saturday night because we could stay up late and play "Kick the can!". Does anyone remember that? We always had a can from some where and that was home base. It was basically hide and go seek and when whoever was "it" found one of the hidden kids, they drug them back to jail. Then when the "it" person went off searching for more kids someone could run to home base and kick the can, thus freeing the prisoners. Ah, the good old days. And for the record, I am sure mother always made us wash our feet when we came in from playing all day barefooted. I know to this day, my feet are the one part of my body that is always clean. Always without fail.
So here I set at the computer and I can not see my shadow. I see my hands are making a shadow, but I must be setting on that little guy, cause he is now where to be seen. And if I am a female, why is my shadow a "he"?
