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Early
Created on: August 06, 2011
For years, I arose at five-thirty a.m. and got busy getting ready to go to my job. I loved this time of the morning and it seemed, every morning there was such excitement in seeing daylight so early.
I got dressed, had a little time for myself, then, awoke the children so they could be dressed for school. There was the hustle and bustle of driving them to school, then on to work I went.
If it was spring, the birds would be perched in the trees around the house, chirping their hearts out; winter, would be just as exciting as sometimes we would have snow.
I loved my mornings. They made me feel good and besides, I had a job, something to get up for and everything seemed so fresh. We would be off to a brand new start.
I had had a job before that I reported to work in the afternoon. I did not like this one bit. It seemed to ruin the whole day for me.
Then, on Saturday, we would be up early again. I suppose anytime you have children, you're bound to be up early, anyway. However, shopping for groceries and doing other errands on Saturday would be done, if possible, in the morning and we would have the afternoon to spend time with the children.
It didn't matter that I got up early, anyway, for I stayed up lots of nights after the children were in bed, reading or doing other things.
Now, that I am retired, I sleep late lots of days. I have gotten in the habit of this and find it hard to break and the days seem shorter and shorter.
Our family were always early risers. My grandfather was off to the fields in the spring and summer before the sun rose. Mother always got up early, so it was just a way of life for us.
Things have changed though, over the years and I miss not being a part of jumping up at the sound of the radio alarm and getting ready for work. I suppose it's the years to take it easy and do as I please, but, I'd rather have some structure - having someone to report to at a certain time. I miss those days. Maybe it was the challenge of being there on time. Who knows?
I do know those mornings were just wonderful...
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Late
Created on: August 08, 2011
I have been a nocturnal night owl since I was in my early teens some 40 or so years ago. As you read this, you may wonder how this would be possible. After all, I was a kid going to school just like everyone else. Yet things were a bit different at my high school in the early 1970s. Instead of having classes at what one would call "normal" operating hours, my school gave students a choice of either an early or late shift. We had no lunch, but attended school from either 7:00 AM to 12:00 PM or 12:00 PM until 5:00 PM. While many opted for the early shift, I intentionally chose the later session. Since this was not as popular, it was virtually guaranteed you would get the late shift if you chose it. As expected, I got my wish.
As hinted, most people chose the early schedule. Their reasoning, of course, was that their school day would be over at noon and they would thus have the rest of the day, albeit homework, to spend at their leisure. But as I saw things, there was a catch, and a rather significant one at that: This meant you'd have to go to bed around 9:00 PM and get up about 5:30 AM! With the later shift, I could stay up until 1:00 or 2:00 AM if I wished and still have plenty of time for adequate sleep before having to report to school.
The previous two years in middle school (referred to as junior high in those days) were miserable for me. That first class started at 8:00 AM, which meant I had to get up around 6:30. Although I was only about 12 years old, this also happened to be the time when cable TV became widely available, and I became addicted to watching the 10:00 news, Johnny Carson and then reruns of shows like The Twilight Zone and The Outer Limits. I wasn't the best at doing homework, but I really enjoyed digesting all of those TV shows and movies into the post-midnight hours. I also liked to read books, and so TV and reading became the two preferred forms of media that shaped my education and knowledge far more than school ever possibly could.
As it was, I spent every weekend and summertime staying up as late as possible from the time I was 12 or 13, anyway. Having very liberal parents helped, too! This would prove to be invaluable to me a decade later when I played in rock bands in bars until 2:00 or 3:00 AM and then went out to breakfast and/or partied until well after sunrise. What can I say? I was young and enjoyed the night life!
As we fast-forward to 2011 and my upcoming 52nd birthday, I still remain a confirmed night owl. The partying days are long gone, as are the rock bands. If you as a reader grew up in the 1970s as I did and agree with my assessment of how far superior the rock music was then compared to the garbage that's out now, perhaps you'll understand why I gave up playing. Nevertheless, this still hasn't stifled a decades-long commitment to a rather simple, freelance style of life. As a result, I've been writing since I was in my mid-40s.
I am simply not a morning person. I don't do suits and ties, nor does climbing any corporate ladder to a six-figure income interest me. I currently hold a driving job with ideal hours to suit my creative persona. I finish my shift around 4:00 AM and sleep from about 7:00 in the morning until around 1:00 or 2:00 in the afternoon. My mind is at its clearest between 10:00 PM and about 6:00 AM, and my occupation as a Union driver for a newspaper allows ample time to ponder what I'll write next.
To be fair, one could probably lead a similar lifestyle with those AMs and PMs reversed. However, as a person that has more or less kept nocturnal hours since Richard Nixon's presidency, staying up late simply serves me better.
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