I’m a morning person. That is, if you define yourself in terms of when do you do your best work.
While studying mine engineering technology, I soon learned that the math part of my brain lost steam by noon. If I couldn’t figure the sums by lunch time, then I needed to postpone the work for another day, if I had that luxury. The research, reading, and ‘riting part of my brain still had plenty of gas for the essay type work on the “to do” list.
If however, I am to define myself in terms of when I am the most cheery… that depends:
- On your definition of cheery, for starters. I have yet to hear the phrase, “That Maggie, she is so darn cheery!” Ask Reiner. He’s an all-day-long morning person. And a saint for enduring my morning grumps.
- Caffeine intake. Nothing like a jolt or two to rev up the emotion quotient.
- Food intake. I’m no different from any toddler. Feed me, and I’m happy. Don’t feed me, then prepare for the cranks!
- Insomnia – irregular, but not uncommon. I am going through a bout these days.
- On how I spent the weekend.
Take this past long Easter holiday. Friday I helped Reiner clean up the yard from the tree felling event. My job was to load, haul, stack firewood in the morning, and tend the bonfire in the afternoon. That set me on my keister for the next 24 hours.
Yesterday we went for our first rock collecting trip to a quarry an hour’s drive from home. We left bright and early and had breakfast on the road.
When we arrived at our destination, the local roads authority had posted a gate across. In winter the road is not maintained. As you all know, spring took her sweet time getting out of bed this year. Great. A longer tromp into the quarry. But what’s this? A shortcut!
“Yay!” you say.
Not so fast in the cheering section over there! And not so fast on that rocky trail, Reiner! Slow down and wait for me!
I have tumbled and stumbled once too often in my non-athletic career. Fallen from a horse at high-speed (twice) and bucked off once, a severe whiplash injury in a car accident, a fall from a balcony as a girl, and down a flight of icy stairs in my late 40’s. I’ve got weak ankles, to boot. I’ve lost count how many times I’ve sprained both ankles.
All this to say, I never know when I might put out my back. My poor spine has taken about all it can handle. All I need to do is bend over to pat the cat and I could find myself on the floor in spasms.
Thanks to my trusty walking stick, I made it to the bottom of the ravine and the hike to the quarry was easy.
It was a perfect day to be in a quarry. The sun was bright, which can be a hardship if the temperatures are warm and sunlight and heat reflect back from the stone walls. Yesterday, temps were in the low single digits, Celsius, so we were not too warm.
We spent a couple of hours clambering over rock piles and found a few nice crystals to bring home. This photo of orange celestine is an example of what we found.
My stomach started to grumble. I started to grumble. Fortunately, Reiner was hungry too, so we packed up and made our return trip to the car. The one true disadvantage to mineral collecting is that the way out is under heavier load and diminished energy. I used to help carry, but since I hauled out that calcite monster and paid the price in chiropractor bills, I expect to carry nothing more than my tired self.
It was a lovely weekend, all in all, and I am grateful for the chance to get out and enjoy it.
But I am pooped.
I’ve had my coffee and my breakfast, and you dear reader benefit from the fact that I know how to use the delete button on my keyboard. If I could only have an edit button installed for my “real” life. I think Reiner would appreciate that.
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