Early Mornings

One of the main pleasures of my new hearing aids is the chirping of birds in the morning.  I would occasionally hear an especially loud one, but now I can hear a half dozen or so all at once.  Beautiful!

Now my morning habit is to get up early, put in my hearing aids, warm up yesterday’s coffee and go outside and listen to the birds as the sun rises.  I often stroll one block over to Concord Pike, taking my coffee with me.  I like to see the world waking up.  I like to see the sparse, early morning traffic, the shopkeepers in the strip mall on the other side opening their stores.  I like to see people stopping in the Manhattan Bagel for their breakfast and the postal workers picking up their vans that are stored nearby.  I am looking east, and the rising sun is warm on my face.  All is good.

There once was a low wall to sit on, but that is gone so I carry a three-legged folding camp stool and sit on that. 

But today I thought, Is this a little weird?  Have I crossed the line into Geezerdom?  Sitting on the side of Concord Pike, drinking coffee and waving to passersby on their way to work who now recognize me?  I don’t have the slightest concern over what people think, but that in itself is a sign of Geezerdom.

This is not the first time I have done this.  Many years ago we stayed with friends in their summer vacation home deep in the Blue Ridge Mountains at Bat Cave, North Carolina.  The old house was set back from the main road and had a large front porch.  Since I was in mixed company, I wore a night shirt to bed, and each morning I was the first one up,.  Staying in my night shirt, I would put on a baseball cap and high-top work shoes and drink my coffee while rocking on the front porch and waving enthusiastically to anyone driving by.  Most were vacationing northerners like me and wanted a story about the local characters to tell their friends when they got back home.  It was my obligation as a guest to provide one.  If I had a banjo, it would have been a scene right out of Deliverance.

Ba-bing, bing, bing, bing , bing, bing, bing.  Da-dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum.

Photos at Flickr.com/photos/MisterEarl

About Roger Walck

My reasons for writing this blog are spelled out in the posting of 10/1/2012, Montaigne's Essays. They are probably not what you think.
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