Waking Up @ MindSay 
alarm
Monday morning I received my welcome from the boy in the form of a big, wet, messy, green poop.
I sat erect with my knees and thighs together and Leo lay on his back in the crease between them and looked up at me, playing, smiling, and grinning.
But several suspicious noises issued from the baby boy's nether region and I suspected that this time they were not just farts.
His father was about ready to leave for work.
"I'll change him before I leave," he said.
He lifted Leo from my lap and carried him into the bedroom and laid him on his changing table.
"Whoa!"
From the bedroom I heard several exclamations.
"Agh!"
Not only had Leo's diaper been soaked with green pea soup, the poop had soiled his outfit, which acted as a wick, and even his father's shirt, too, during Leo's brief transport.
"No!"
Then when I stood to fetch myself another cup of strong, black coffee from the kitchen I noticed three damp spots on me, two at the hem of my tee shirt, one on my shorts. Leo had leaked and left a little green poop soup on me, too.
"Uh oh."
By eight o'clock Leo was once more clean, dry, diapered, dressed, and happy, and his father and I had changed our soiled clothes. There was a small, stinky load in the washer in the basement.
The rest of my duty that day was uneventful.
As usual when Leo's mother got home from work at five I took my five-mile walk on the nearby pedestrian trail. I lugged an extra jug of water along with me and walked a tad slower than my normal pace.
It was humid and the temperature was 95, a dangerous combination the weatherman said.
By the time I arrived back at my daughter's home seventy-five minutes later the small hand towel I carry, my visor, head band, shirt, shorts, and socks were drenched with sweat.
I set down my water jugs, cell phone, and house key and sat at the picnic table on the patio to remove most of my wet things before I went inside, first for a cold shower to lower my body temperature and then a warm shower to clean up.
My daughter walked out to get the mail and to take a look at me.
"Oh my god!"
She laughed.
"It was a test!" I said.
I wrung out my sopping wet tee shirt. Sweat splashed onto the concrete. After I had cooled down and cleaned up and had dinner, in the living room Leo entertained the three of us, plus my wife on video chat, till bedtime.
My annoying restless leg was at peace last night, thank god, and I don't remember any nightmares. This morning Leo is napping in his chair as I type my post and his parents are sipping coffee and reading the morning paper.
Leo is so cute when he wakes and stretches.
He arches his back, he curls his legs way up to his chest just as far as they'll go, he clenches his fists and raises his hands and arms above his head, he squints his eyes, and he purses his mouth till his lips are fat and the tip of his tiny tongue peeks out, his face turns red, he grunts, he wrestles from side to side, and then—ah!—he stretches, he stretches, he stretches, he stretches, he stretches—
He stretches!
Ah!
He releases and relaxes.
Oh!
Leo sees his father! Leo smiles. He turns his head and sees his mother. Oh! Leo smiles. He sees me. Oh! Leo smiles.
Oh!
May all beings embody the great way, resolving to awaken.
Sadie finished with the dishes and hung them on the rack to dry. She had a feeling that he was going to start asking questions soon about her. Sadie noticed that he was watching her with the same intensity as he had since the moment they met. When she was done, she had a sudden impulse to go out in the rain. As if he could read her mind Keith brought it up.
"You want to go for a walk?" He asked. Sadie smiled and nodded. She crossed the room to the coat-tree and grabbed her long jacket and pulled it on. Keith smiled down at her and grabbed his own off the tree, following her out the door. The house was located near a large lake and was far into the country, so they didn't bother to lock the house. She did a mental scan of the place and couldn't sense anything dangerous. However, to be on the safe side, she stashed a gun in her pocket and her swords were already on her. Outside, he pulled his hood over his face to shield him from the rain. She however didn't bother with one.
"It's ok, I love the rain and I rarely get sick," she said, answering his quizzical expression on his face. The pouring rain created a dense fog around the house and the lake, giving it a haunted look. Another thing that she loved about the place.
"This fog always creeped me out," he explained walking closer to Sadie. He had a gun as well in his pocket that she gave him. The rain continued to beat down on them as they walked around the place. She could sense that his mood was nostalgic as they walked about the grounds. It was starting to get dark but, that didn't seem to bother her and Keith really wasn't that tired. They reached a thick forest and he was able to remember an old trail and took it. Sadie's blue eyes went wide. Keith smiled and gave her a puzzled look.
"What?" He asked.
"You know this trail?" She asked.
Keith nodded.
"I've used this trail ever since I moved here!" She exclaimed. He smiled.
"I created this trail," he explained. Sadie laughed. She had wondered why he knew it so well. He led her to his favourite childhood hideout. A place he never took anyone. Not even Joyce. Sadie felt lucky. There it was her turn to talk about herself.
"Well, to start with, I LOVE the rain; It's always felt so soothing to me," she began. She went on to tell him about her past.
She was a ninja and was born in Idaho. Her father was killed mysteriously and she never knew her mother. A Ninja assassin by the name of Hoshi Yawasaki, took her in and raised her as his own daughter. She had been in love only once but, the man she had fallen for was in love with her best friend so, she left Boise to live where she was now in Washington State. During the day, she worked for a Lawyer as his assistant. She even told him about how she could sometimes read minds and mentally see what's going on around her. Sadie blushed slightly. She wasn't used to opening up to people like this. Keith smiled at her as he got up and lit some candles. He liked her and hopefully she liked him back. They both opened up to each other and talked long into the night. Little did they know of what awaited them when they woke up.....
I rarely remember dreams. I usually wake up oblivious to the fact that my mind has probably been overactive all night. Lately it seems that every dream I actually remember, with the exception of one or two, has been about her.
And now, just when I'm feeling I'm doing so well, I'm living my life and moving on, I have to wake up this morning from the most vivid dream I think I've ever had. I remember every detail, and I had to wake up to face the reality that she's not there... again. Fuck that. I'm not going to let it get me down.
It will be interesting to see if my posts are any more or less incoherent in the mornings. I am not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination, although I do think it would be more productive if I made more of an attempt to be one. I sleep so terribly that I just don't get a good rest at night, so I see this as not happening any time soon. It takes me a good 35-40 minutes to shake the cobwebs in the morning, while some would argue I don't shake them at all. There is a professor at the University of California that has been trying to almost manufacture his mood by altering his activities and trying to find an optimal routine to boost his morale. This is an interesting concept. I know that he found he is happier if he watches an hour of television in the morning, and none before bed. I wonder what my optimal schedule would be.
Does the name Jack Cust sound dirty to you? Yeah, me too.
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This morning I'll share a few of the sparrow shots I took the other day. They're so cute when they're all sleepy and fluffy! Wouldn't you agree? It was a foggy, damp and cool morning and the birch tree is the first thing in the front yard to be touched by the early morning sunrise! Here's a link to the blog I wrote in August '05 about the broods of young birds in the trees and around the garden. I'm thrilled to be able to actually get pictures of them now, last year I didn't have a camera that could take shots like these! The view is through a rather dusty double pane window, which gives it a softened effect - as if a filter was used in the shots!
All freshened up and ready to greet the day!
And A Very Good Morning to You Too! :D ;)
(more update on Wednesday's adventure will begin on Monday; so far there was no confirmation on Friday that the problem is solved, although they've acknowledged they have received the paperwork and suggested it could be as long as September 24th before a decision is reached... eeeeek!!)
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