Good morning, MMC!
My dad is off from work today - oy vey. I am not a morning person at all - I am quite possibly the furthest thing from a morning person. The second I woke up at 8 AM, he strolled into the living room, sat down next to me while I ate breakfast, and started chatting away. I can't even function in the morning let alone hold a conversation with someone. I swear I just grumbled back at him!
Your experience and similar to what CAH posted, I am an early bird riser although in my teen years I slept in quite a bit regardless of what time I went to bed the night before ... anyway ... once I was visiting my cousin in London at the same time her dad who lived in my city was there. He was an early riser too. My cousin and her husband slept in. He was sitting quietly in an armchair mumbling away to himself and I was quietly reading a book. He started up a conversation with me about stuff he was reading in the paper that didn't really interest me, but I listened anyway. Suddenly, he said in his low gravelly almost mumbling voice, "hop on into the kitchen and make me a cup of coffee and while you're up, make me a toasted western sandwhich with bacon on the side and if there's a slice or two of tomato on the side that would be nice."
I was only eleven and didn't really do much cooking, except warming up cans of soup or making Kraft Dinner, everything else I made was cold food or warmed up. I can remember it like it was yesterday.
Once I managed to close my jaw, I put my book down and headed into the twilight zone. I was so impressed with myself for not setting off the smoke detector. I have no idea how it happened. I cooked for my Great Uncle. He gave me a $5.00 bill and I said, "oh no, you don't have to pay me for breakfast." He looked at me shaking his head and said, "nah, trot on over to the corner store and grab me up a pack of Player's Plain, a Globe and Mail and some Juicy Fruit Gum. I told him I wasn't allowed to go out without letting his daughter know and I didn't know where the corner store was. He asked me to put the news on the tv for him. He ate his sandwhich and I went outside on the back porch to read my book and play with a stray cat (just because). A few minutes later the door opened and my cousin was standing there in her robe and she said, "dad thought your discussion about current events was as good as the breakfast you made him. He'll talk your ear off if you let him."
I was polite at the time, but to this day wonder what he meant by it. I barely said a word and didn't really follow current events, but I imagine he enjoyed just having an ear nearby to listen to him because my Great Aunt (I loved her dearly - she taught me about Mistletoe)was always telling him to "quiet down" or "stop talking about that, you're pressing my nerves dear." I guess the breakfast was good enough. If that had happened when I was fifteen, I wouldn't have been awake for any of it and if I was, I wouldn't have had that bust of energy to hop into the kitchen to make a breakfast I'd never prepared before.
I hope you all have a wonderful Thursday. Almost time to be saying TGIF! I will be on later, hopefully to make up for my lack of activity lately!
