tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30760565.post217706307061383759..comments2011-11-16T17:50:55.912-05:00Comments on McMadness: winterMcMamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15423079241798823222noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30760565.post-63678764628593320382006-12-28T18:34:00.000-05:002006-12-28T18:34:00.000-05:00I thought about you when I wrote this about K. The...I thought about you when I wrote this about K. The early bird. The brainiac.McMamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15423079241798823222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30760565.post-77926324840896584462006-12-28T13:43:00.000-05:002006-12-28T13:43:00.000-05:00It is also difficult to keep the journal up to dat...It is also difficult to keep the journal up to date this time of year. My personal journal lingered from the 22nd until the day before yesterday. I'm like K. I like the morning and getting things done early. Too many generations of peasants working on farms in my blood. Now I get up with S. before she goes to work at 6:30 AM. What a shock to her system. For some reason the story about K. reminded me of winter mornings back home in PA when I was always the first one up. My first job after brushing my teeth was getting the fire in the coal furnace going. Dad worked second trick and would bank the fire for the night before he went to bed around 12:30. I had to toss the coal in and get it roaring for the day around 6 AM. It was a few more years before the gas line was brought up our street. Since this is making it sound like a geezer story, I also walked a mile to school in the snow.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com