The New Indiana….

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The stair tread is still squeaking when I step on it….. and the door is open in the new heat …..and I have to maneuver to get to what I need.

I’m the new Indiana Jones….stealing from the tomb….waiting for the big ball to chase me down the mountain….or for Nate to wake up and change my morning.

All because I need some coffee and the only way to get it is to step on the squeaky tread.

It’s funny how aware I am of all the possibilities.

Experience is a good teacher.

Experience does a good job of driving the point home.

(The point? The point of the spear?)

My life is not so action packed, really….I just know that if I don’t creep down and do something interesting like maybe hurdle the first 3 steps at the top of the short drop down to the kitchen, I run the risk of waking the Kraken.

The Kraken will be awakened and released….and the morning is still fine….but very different.

That sqeaky tread is an old story….not so much a problem during waking hours that I try to fix it….but deadly in the early morning when I’m the only one in the house who’s awake.

No….not even deadly.

I just need some coffee….and like a lot of things these days, I weigh whether it’s worth the risk to try and go make it RIGHT NOW.

I run the gauntlet IN MY OWN HOUSE!!! GAKKKKKKKKKK.

That’s not right.

I’m the king of my castle, right? I should be able to say, “No. You go back to sleep. It’s too early for you to get up. Daddy’s going to have some quiet time now. Go back to sleep.”

I should be in complete control….with total voice command.

I should be able to whisper that to him and then watch him obediently wander back to his bed….and see him lay down and close his eyes….and return the house to what it was that I was enjoying.

And if “should be” was a boat, I’d be sailing on to China.

Ahhhh, what the heck?

I’d miss the excitement if there wasn’t at least a little risk in my life.

Maybe the tread won’t squeak as badly this morning?

I just need some coffee.

Is that too much for a grown man to ask?

 

“one more cup of coffee” Bob Dylan

 

 

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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