a day in the life

My mother gave me a heart attack*

*not really 🥴

There is something peaceful about early mornings. It’s a time that belongs all to myself.

It’s quiet. Most, almost all people I know are still asleep. There’s a serenity that fuels my soul and spirit when the sky is showing just a hint of colour by the impending sunrise.

As is typical and true to my personality, I woke around 4 am and began to read this and that. Soon, I switched to YouTube and came across some podcast-like subjects which intrigued me. I bookmarked it, left my screen on my duvet, got up and started my coffee-making routine.

My mom, whom I reside with, was still asleep.

Fast forward about an hour and a half later. It’s time for my second coffee. I picked up my cup and made my way down the steps toward the kitchen when I saw this:

The front door was wide open. 😳

Immediately, I began calling up all the possible scenarios why this was so:

  • We forgot to close and lock the door overnight
  • The newspaper delivery people opened the door and left the paper inside
  • An ax murderer entered the house in search of stealable items

Thinking I should grab a knife from the kitchen drawer to arm myself but deciding against it, I walked to the door and peered through the screen door. If need be, a swift kick aimed at the perp’s precious orbs would to the trick in a pinch, I assured myself. 🙃

As I looked out I noticed a fresh load of snow must have fallen overnight, at least 3 inches worth. Great, I thought. I have to drive to Guelph today (a university town about an hour north of my suburban Toronto location).

Suddenly I noticed a figure at the far end of the driveway. I zoomed in and recognized my mom’s coat.

She was pushing a snow shovel.

I felt my brain compute: why is she out there prior to 7 am? Am I missing some important appointment?

Yes. She had to be somewhere by 8:15. 😀

Anyway, I asked her when she would be coming in and made her a coffee and some toast.

May you have a wonderful and less heart-attack inducing day than I did. 😛

22 thoughts on “My mother gave me a heart attack*”

  1. Wow those are some nice pics! And I hate those moments of ‘I’ve seen this horror movie, is someone in the house’ only for it to be mom, hubby, or my son. I hope that those peaceful mornings continue without further heart attacks LOL.

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  3. Guelph!!! Isn’t there a Lucy Maude Montgomery connection to Guelph???? YES! They have all her stuff, including her personal scrapbooks and stuff. Man would I love to see that. At least they have digitized a lot of stuff. I’m browsing through that collection right now.

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      1. Yes and I think she used to go there to speak or something. I only know this because I own all volumes of Maud’s journals and have read all of them three times. They’re beautiful pastel hardcovers and my most prized possessions. Lol.

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  4. You’re Mom’s a total stud, shoveling snow in the wee hours of the morning, before coffee, now that’s a woman to admire! I’m unavailable before two cups of coffee! Thrilled you didn’t have to knife an ax murderer looking for loot! Hugs, C

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    1. Part of the reason to got up early when the minions were still minions is because I can’t function or string together a coherent sentence before coffee either… they talked AT me and I was confused because I couldn’t comprehend English anymore. 🙂

      Yeah the snow, blah. At least it looks pretty. And mom loves shoveling.

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