Morning Madness: Blogophilia 33.7

Don't want to get out of bed...
Don't want to go to work today...
Morning madness paints me blue...
And I'd rather sleep the day away!

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(Hard, 2 points) Use a line from a Robert Frost poem
(Easy, 1 point) Include the name of three cities

Sometimes, I can fly out of bed, and other times, especially when there is that cold nip in the air, I sleep so good, I don't want to crawl out of the covers.  But of course, every day, is the rush of get up, slam the orange juice, drink the coffee, go to work, run an errand or two, eat lunch, go to another job, and there goes the day of a home care worker.  It's not easy on the schedule, because you don't go to a full shift, you go into people's homes for short periods of time...  and because of it, it's hard to get house work done, etc...  Then there is the job search...  That is also hectic, and is wearing.  It's good to know that the end of the road is near.

So, morning is the most hectic, with not much less during the day.  As much as I would like to sleep the day away, I can't, not even on a day off...  I am a go getter, and that always trumps my sensibilities to want to stay warm under the blankets...  but of course, morning madness has to carry over, even on days there is no rush, and to have to go here, there, everywhere, it's like rush hour, in three cities like Boston, Springfield, and Providence.  I'd love to visit them, because of the American history that has been built there....

In the rush, we often let time get away from us.  Sometimes, I think with more modern conveniences, that we get busier and busier, even though all of these different things that are supposed to make life easier.  I've always liked this poem by Robert Frost....

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963

Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. 

It's not that we don't celebrate life.  I like this poem, because it shows how we are all awed by newness, such as babies, kittens, puppies, lion cubs, etc.  Our children don't stay little very long.  And even if babyhood doesn't last long, it's fun to watch our babies turn into preschoolers, and their little personalities are so darn cute, too.  then, they become teenagers.  Life sometimes causes us to lose people and things that bring us grief.  We get older.  Youth escapes us, after wanting to grow up so fast...  Yet, with every generation, we repeat the newness, and with each baby born, human or otherwise, we get new 'gold', nature's way, and with hope, will be a better day with each day, year, and generation.  Carpe Diem!  Go capture the day!







Topic - Trevor
Bonus points - Christopher and Dave Nissemech
Picture - jay
Word/Phrase - 1) wash away time  2) time slips into the future  3) So much ocean, not enough time to swim  4) Drowning in time  5) time flies  6) bird flew over the cuckoo's nest