Thoughts for Today

I woke up this morning at 4am, a little earlier than normal.  It was funny to find out that my cell was pretty much dead, displaying only  black on the screen when I was having a similar dream on the subject a moment earlier .  I took it as a good sign because I use my cellphone as an alarm because somehow all my old alarm clocks tend to be down for the count as well.  I figured  no problem because I can always use the alarm on the tv.  When I had turned it on to set it up, all I saw was white due to no signal.  It wouldn’t of been so bad if there were at least white noise since I’m a light sleeper and my cell tend to be on vibrate anyhow.  I didn’t even have that.  I stood there debating whether to stay awake or not because usually if one falls back to sleep a second time the chance to oversleep is much greater.  I was tired so I chose the later risking not waking up.  I figured if I’m lucky of not being in such a deep sleep, then when the tv turns on there should be one to two sec of sound, a louder noise followed by a lighter noise.  The gamble worked and that was all it took.   I figure technology was not my friend when I encounter two motion detector paper towel rollers that did not work  for me this morning to be added to the list.  I’m happy to say it is working now because I was beginning to wonder.

Sleep is such a touchy subject.  Some people are not that nice to be around when they first wake up.  According, to my friends it never sound like I was asleep to begin with when they call .  As a result, sometime at odd hours my phone became a counseling hotline with other miscellaneous thrown in for good measure.  Although, the responsibility of waking someone up is even filled with more trials and tribulations.  Somehow I always get nominated for such a task.  I guess it’s because I’m punctual and I don’t like to rush and therefore I always give myself enough time to do what I need to do.  Once, I’m with my buddy or whatever, I’m calm in the midst of the storm.  Back to this waking others up ordeal.  It would of been nice if they let you know beforehand certain important details.  For example, they don’t like being poke.  Almost got slaughter over that one.  They just need some music or the tv to be on something interesting.  I mean that would be nice to know before you put all the effort to wrestling the blanket from their deadly grips or kicking them off the bed.

Anyway, I made it to my usual routine.  Waking up at the magickal hour before the sun rose and dark enough to sometime see the stars.  Yes, I meant to spell it this way.  Park my car  to see when the first ray of light from the sun makes it way across the sky.  I don’t know it just give me some sense of peace.  Then I would be greeted by the person parking beside me with a good wave and wonderful smile.  She wasn’t there until the last month or so, but I’m glad she is now.  I wonder if she was the person I helped that one fall evening.  Being a stickler for details, I couldn’t help noticing a giant crystal hanging from her car.  Not the cute sort of fake swarovski looking ones, but more of a pendulum.  The incident reminded me of a teenage girl that I don’t know randomly saying hey and asking how I was at the mall.  That wasn’t so strange, but the looks in her eyes were very friendly.  It reminded of the one about five years old at the time hugging me at the market, another stranger.  Her mom had to tear her away from me, but she would of been about the same age now.  Interestingly enough, in the wee morning hours, I find the janitor and cleaning lady to also be quite jolly.  Anyway, I know stargazing is more popular.  A great place to look at stars from my experience would be near a city name Nevers in France.  Thus far, I never seen a place filled with so many stars when I looked up at the night sky like I’m in some fairy tale.  So for you astronomy lovers out there keep that in mind when you get the chance.

I thought I check the library out because buying all the books I ever felt the urge to read would just clutter my place too quickly.  It’s funny how I came in for Dan Brown and came out with Roland Merullo.  Actually, I came for something more specific of scientific pursuit.  This lead me to the basement which was way creepy.  All, I could think of was what a great scene for a horror movie.  The typical dark, dreary, and trap feeling.  I did find a lot of amazing topics in the basement in psychology and health, but at the moment came out empty handed.  It was funny how they kept the Dan Brown books hostage behind the help desk and you have to request each one, and they didn’t have the ones I wanted anyhow.  This made me want to have access to a certain someone’s collection so badly.  Anyhow, at the turn of events this is how I came by Roland Merullo, Breakfast with Buddha in the current literature section. I remember a friend recommending it and also coming across this same book once.  At the time the title made me hesitant.  This time it just sticked out and out the door I went with it.  On my way to the car, a bird landed as I walked by and I also saw a grasshopper falling to the ground.  It reminded me of something on national geographic, there I was witnessing the circle of life for what came next.  When I was home I knew I had to finish that book in one day because I have so many other things to take care of or look into.  I love the humor and sometime sarcasm that is true and refreshing.  It was the pick-me up book that I needed at the moment versus Dan Brown’s book which would of been more intense and problem-solving.  So life works out in these strange ways just like when you’re meant to make butter German cookies and yet ended up with muffins.  Muffins that your brother gladly ate and love.  I don’t mind giving things a try just like I didn’t mind giving White Collar a try because I felt somewhat obligated since someone I respect requested it.  Sadly, to say I missed out on the beginning, but I believe it to have potential.  Not sure if it’s one that I absolutely must watch, but a potentially good show.

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