The Eye

It’s early here. Well, it’s early enough for me. It’s 7.45am. I’ve been up about an hour and a quarter. I’ll confess that it’s earlier than usual. I’m not a morning person. I’m sitting here now, feeling tired but not sleepy.

Coffee doesn’t work. I enjoy my morning coffee, but it doesn’t wake me up in the morning, any more than it keeps me awake at night. I always feel tired in the mornings; wide awake at bedtime.

Still, I’m not one for laying in bed all day. I’m not some kind of early morning hero that needs to boast how early I rise, but I do think that laying in until noon is such a waste of a day - unless one is unwell of course.

It’s a nice morning out there today, I can see the sun shining through the slats of the still-closed blind.  That’s better, I’ve opened it. I can hear the crickets outside. They’re really quite loud, particularly as I have the door open too. It’s already 67F outside.

While I’m typing this,  I’m eating a bowl of cold oatmeal. Why?  Well, I’m trying to be good and eat breakfast (which is the one time of day I’m not hungry), and trying to make it a healthy breakfast at that. It’s not that I dislike oatmeal, but somehow, just somehow, corned beef hash, or bacon, eggs and grits would somehow be more appetising.

Now, I’m back with a refilled coffee cup. I’m pretty good with my coffee intake really I think. There’s about another 3 mug fulls in the pot, and once that’s gone, I’ll drink water for the rest of the afternoon. I might have a cold beer, come this evening; then again I might not. It depends how the mood takes me.

At least I know where to find a cold beer. It’s always in the refrigerator. Unlike some other items I care to mention, such as car keys, or my wallet, or cellphone or glasses.

Which, dear reader, brings me to the title of this article, a question.

Why can I not remember where I put my cellphone, but I never forget my grandparents telephone number of the house they moved from in 1978? Why do I “lose” the car keys, but I can drive from here to Atlanta through the back roads without thinking about it? And, why, do I remember how much a loaf of bread cost at the local bakers when I was a kid, but I’ll forget to buy some when I go to the supermarket?

Your answers are welcome, but don’t forget to remind me what the question was. I’ll probably have forgotten by the middle of this afternoon.