The Moment I Wake Up | Stay at Home Club

I wake up to the morning light, the birds chirping, and hopefully the leaf blowers have decided to take the day off. It's quiet, I am remembering a dream, or I am jolted awake by some brainiac obsession. Let's pretend I always wake up from some sort of meaningful dream, that sounds so perfectly perfect.
These COVID days are like GroundHog Day. At some point after opening those peepers the wafting realization hits, we are going through something that we literally have never gone through before, collectively and personally.
I tick through my worry list.
Jordan
Griffin and Caitlin
Evan
Ken
Marquis
Jan
Phil
Judy
Steve
and countless others that I love.
It is always the kids though. They are the one's with a bright future ahead of them, they are making and defining and shaping their lives. They have been stalled in this snapshot of stillness.
My youngest son texts me every morning, he is far flung, in the epicenter of the epicenter and I am so grateful he and I can communicate morning and evening, every single day since this started. My oldest son is fortunate to be working, his partner is my text buddy and man oh man can we cut the rug with some of our text threads, they go deeeeeeep (Thanks C). My sisters keep me up to date with their lives and pictures and videos of a very special grandbaby and a very special pup. My partner's brother sends me hilarious videos of my nemesis, Mr. Trump and my temper tantrums related to said nemesis are vented on Twitter. Instagram is inspiring and I love to look at everyone's unique way of expressing themselves. That all deserves a big virtual Thank You.
We walk almost every morning through the hood. I dance most days, in my room, blasting my favorite songs, discovering new favorites. But then. . .what to do.
Today I decided to forgo the NYTimes. I had this novel thought, I have to go to the store, I am excited to visit sweet Caitlin. What about picking out a cute outfit, what about a hot shower, an exfoliating scrub, how about shaving my legs, then moisturizing the hell out of my bod? Now I am thinking makeup, yeah, let's put a good face on the day.
This leads me to one of my favorite Aretha tunes, 'I Say a Little Prayer for You', Burt Bacharach, recorded by Aretha in 1968. I have the first stanza humming in my head. . . "The moment I wake up, before I put on my makeup, I say a little prayer for you". I do. My own version of prayer, no specific god, I am not really very spiritual, but there is something out there that works for me. StarDust, FairyDust, the Big Bang Theory. The prayer for you is in the air.

 

The moment I wake up
Before I put on my makeup
I say a little prayer for you
While combing my hair, now
And wondering what dress to wear, now
I say a little prayer for you
Forever, forever, you'll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever, and ever we never will part
Oh, how I'll love you
Together, together, that's how it must be
To live without you
Would only be heartbreak for me
I run for the bus, dear
While riding I think of us, dear
I say a little prayer for you
At work I just take time
And all through my coffee break-time
I say a little prayer for you
Forever, forever, you'll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever, and ever we never will part
Oh, how I'll love you
Together, together, that's how it must be
To live without you
Would only mean heartbreak
for me.

2 comments

  • Love you too Ms. C <3

    michel stong
  • Love you.

    C

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