I couldn’t sleep early this morning and hiked two hours for 6 miles before dawn. It was a cold, chilly, and damp start to the day. I once again hiked out to the end of spring road and back. The waning gibbous moon was obscured by thick clouds so it made for a spooky dark hike where I had trouble making out the road in front of me. I was fumbling for ecstasy in the dark.
At one point, there was a very dark form lying upon the middle of the road in front of me. At first, I thought it was either an animal or road kill. I walked upon it with trepidations only to find some drinking fool had thrown out the box to a case of beer. I picked it up and threw it off into the woods to the side of the road. It wouldn’t fit into my backpack to carry it home to the garbage can to throw it away. The cardboard will biodegrade.
I arrived home and took a long, hot shower and fixed a breakfast of cheese eggs, thick sliced bacon, grits, toast, and orange juice. Carolyn was still in the bed and I couldn’t get her up to come to kitchen to eat. She is off of work today and is sleeping in. My early morning rising aggravates her most days. She moaned and rolled over when I asked her if she was hungry. It was around 5 AM. She wishes I would stay in the bed as well.
I and Carolyn had a small argument over George last night.
“I wish you would tell him not to come over,” She told me. “I don’t like him. He is a drunk.”
“George is my friend and he has really cut down his drinking habit these days,” I replied.
“It won’t last for long,” Carolyn replied. “He will be back to his old ways.”
“I can’t help my friends aren’t perfect,” I said defensively.
“You should pick your friends more wisely,” Carolyn replied.
I let it go at that as I turned back to the boxcar I was airbrushing and weathering. Carolyn returned to watching the television. She almost started to reopen the argument, but I let it be plainly known that I had enough of that conversation by not participating any longer. Carolyn finally let it drop.