The morning light



DEPENDING ON the season, sometimes I begin the day in the dark and sometimes not. I prefer starting with light. For instance, this is the scene that faced me this morning as I walked from the bedroom through the living room headed to the kitchen.

The hour will change, alas, next weekend, and I will be plunged back into darkness when I hop from the king bed about 7 or so. This is not good, but there’s nothing to be done about. It is ongoing foolishness that I do not control.

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

Reinhold Niebuhr

Here at the Hacienda, we’ll be initiating changes for the upcoming month due to the Kung Flu.  We will eat in restaurants less. We will still drive once a week to the nearby state capital but earlier, getting to Costco and Chedraui just after they open.

There will be fewer pesky people.

There is also the matter of my afternoon visits to the big downtown plaza where I sit at a coffee shop table, admiring the passing babes and reading my Kindle. It gets me out of the house. One element of that routine that has bugged me is being served café in questionable ceramic cups by the hodgepodge of employees.

Solution: Take my own coffee in a thermos. And tote my cup from home.

Of course, this would be discouraged in any other coffee shop, but this is a family establishment, so I can implement my plan easily.

Sadly, there are far fewer passing babes now.

Speaking of the Kindle, I’m now reading the second of two books about the White House permanent staff. Few people think about the White House’s employees, many of whom work there for decades, passing through many presidencies. Interesting stuff.

The first was Upstairs at the White House: My Life with the First Ladies by J.B. West, who was a head usher. Don’t be fooled by the movie-theater job title. It’s akin to being a hotel manager. The second, which I’m still reading, is The Residence: Inside the Private World of the White House by Kate Brower.

I was surprised to read that it was not Hillary Clinton who was the biggest First Lady harridan in White House memory. It was Nancy Reagan. I wager that Hillary came in a close second.

Jackie Kennedy, Betty Ford and Barbara Bush were good guys, especially Barbara Bush. Did you know Jackie was just 34 when Kennedy was killed?

This afternoon I’ll be at the coffee house. Come join me. I have java to share, but you’ll need your own cup. And sit over there at the next table, please.

21 thoughts on “The morning light

  1. Unfortunately, my social distancing was escalated to a weekend plus in bed as the result of a bothersome infection. Even before that, I had cut back on my travels out the gate. This may be my opportunity to declare The Sovereign Republic of No Name. And with a bit more cabin fever, I may do just that.


    1. Laurie: I just finished the second book while sitting downtown with my cup and thermos. I think the West book was better, but the second one touched on later events. The West book is years older, and he is long dead.

      Times are changing in Mexico? Well, yes. Not sure of your point, however.


  2. Fewer passing babes is sad for sure. Our time change happened back on March 8th. I do like that it gets dark later now.


    1. Thirsty: Reduction in the number of passing babes is always a terrible thing for both young guys and old ones too.

      I just wish we would pick one hour schedule and stick to it. The problem is the constant switches. Hate ’em.


  3. Believe it or not the time changes bothered me a lot more before I retired. Now I more or less ignore the clock.


    1. Creigh: I would love to ignore the clock, but my body refuses to play along. You look awfully young to be retired. But I retired at 55, so who am I to opine on that?


      1. Maybe Creigh’s picture retired before he did.

        As for getting beyond coronavirus, it’s going to be a LONG SLOG. Aside from a few countries in Asia, the rest of the world wasted the time they were given to stop the spread before it became endemic. Now it’s pretty hopeless. Oh sure, the lockdown and social distancing in the USA and elsewhere will bend the curve. But China, which had declared victory a couple weeks ago, is now seeing infections cropping up once again. This will be very very very hard.

        And when we come out the other side, we are going to be waking up in the middle of the Great Depression II.

        I hate to be so gloomy, but I think I’m being realistic. There’s nothing but ugliness ahead for maybe a year or two. We’ve barely just begun.


        Kim G
        Boston, MA
        Where we’ve been sheltering in place since February 20th. It’s getting old, though I’m thankful for not being sick.


        1. Kim: Oh, dear. So we’re at the end of the world? You can always be counted on for gloom and doom these days. Let us pray you are mistaken, ¿no?

          Here’s my advice: Don’t worry! Be happy!


  4. The economic situation was perilous as it was. But now we have this black swan of a virus to deal with. Just how much will the dollar be worth after they spend all of that money fighting the virus and making folks whole? And then there is the question of will the dollar still be the reserve currency? If not, all of those dollars will come home. At least toilet paper will hold its value.


    1. Señor Gill: You folks can use those dollars on your bums. It will come in handy due to regular T-P being in short supply and corncobs being a bit uncomfortable. By the way, there is no shortage of T-P down here where I am. Odd, huh?


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