Here, being the place where my mind is currently planted. Here and now, the Gestalt of it all, the immediate lesson to learn.
Where does a rebel, ex-hippie from Brooklyn fit into the mold?
That was a trick question. She doesn’t fit and why should she? Why should you? If you fit into a mold you are like a cookie cutter, banging out the same circle or star cookies every time.
Instead, why not think about those random, disconnected thoughts that occupy the gray matter of your brain, that soft underbelly in your mind which often becomes vulnerable during certain times of the day.
For me that happens between midnight and 3 a.m.
While midnight is commonly known as the witching hour, did you know that 3 a.m. is the most common time of death?
3 a.m. is also thought to be the time when demons and spirits rise and come to haunt. Boo !!
It was the hour my father rose to go to work. How dandy is it to have a dad, who makes candy? He had to be the first one in the candy factory to fire up the sugar boiler. Of course, this made it hard for his three kids to have conversations, listen to radio or watch television after 8 p.m.
Three o’clock in the morning was the hour my father escorted my mother and my maternal grandmother home from their first chaperoned date.
They sang the song to each other. Often waltzed around the kitchen. My mother could be heard humming it while folding laundry or stirring a pot. It’s the song they heard that night … the night they knew they would spent the rest of their lives together.
It’s three o’clock in the morning.
We danced the whole night through.
And daylight soon will be dawning.
Just one more Waltz with you.
It’s 3 a.m. and I wanna go to bed.
From childhood, I have been a night owl. Unable to sleep during normal hours and incapable of surrendering to slumber, I revel in the witching hours after midnight.
Not only my dad, but one of my best friends rises at 3am. She feeds her cat, has her own breakfast and prepares the lessons for her college students.
Of course, we don’t converse much around 10pm when her motor is revving down.
Well then … where do we go from here?
Today I attend my monthly book club. Next Wednesday and every Wednesday that follows until I am preparing for my grand baby girl’s first Christmas, we will go to some of my favorite Holiday rituals, haunts, traditions and … okay … we might go to The City to see the lights.
Before we get to the Big Tree or the lights of The Big Apple, we will try to remember Thanksgiving. And since I have so much to be thankful for this special year (like my baby girl had a baby girl) … I will need more than one week to express my thanks and bring you some Holiday cheer.
Baby girl will arrive December 17th … and in preparation for that incredible event … I will take my Christmas blog vacation early.
The last post for 2014 will be on December 10th. I will not return to the blog of it all until two weeks after the New Year.
Get ready to party and then if you will be so kind …
Tell me … what is your favorite time of day?
And with the end of another calendar fast approaching …
Where do you go from here?
fOIS In The City
Maxine on Thanksgiving
Maxine at work and retired