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Saturday, June 26, 2010

Would You Care to Rephrase That?

It's natural to romanticize things.

There is this thing at work called "curbside."

Basically, you have to stand outside for an hour, and check in the kids that get dropped off on the curb.  No one ever wants to do it because there are the occasional 20 minute breaks between kids getting dropped off and it can get rather dull.  But I actually like it.  It's a great time to think or pray or figure out how I'm going to survive taking a bunch of 6 and 7 year olds bowling.

When it's that early, the morning is still cool and you feel like you are the first person feeling the breeze on your face.  The other day when I was assigned curbside, I sat there and watched this bird pick a worm out of the ground.  I thought about the phrase "the early bird gets the worm" and how gross that metaphor seems while actually watching it in progress.  It should be "the early bird gets to feel the first breeze of the day."  Or "the early bird gets to watch the sun get up to where it sits in the sky."  Or "the early bird gets to watch their husband or wife quietly sleep beside them."  Or maybe even "the early bird gets first dibs on the best cereal."

Maybe I'm just romanticizing waking up early, but I have to stay sane somehow, right?