Regularity and routine
Grandad November 17th, 2009
Since I gave up work, I was a little worried that I would lapse into a life of random actions with no routine at all.
What has amazed me is the level of routine I have unconsciously maintained even though there is no need for it.
The first thing that surprises me is the regularity of the time that I wake up. Without fail, every morning I awake between seven and eleven, on the dot. Isn’t that amazing? I find that level of regularity quite astounding.
When I get up, I always get dressed. Except of course for the mornings when I couldn’t be bothered. The point is though, that I always do one or the other, without fail.
Next of my list of things to do is to make my morning cuppa, and this bit really scares me. You see, there is a caddy of tea bags and a jar of coffee granules by the kettle, but I always make myself a mug of tea. I find this really amazing and rather fortuitous as I’m not that fond of instant coffee.
At this point, I will admit that a level of randomness creeps in. Some mornings I let Sandy out for a piss. Some mornings I play a game of football with the guinea pigs [did you know that guinea pigs make quite good footballs?]. Some mornings I sit and stare out the window and get depressed at the weather, and some mornings I don’t do any of those. It’s this level of randomness that adds a spice of life to an otherwise dull existence.
I thought I would miss the dull monotony of the alarm going off at nine every morning, but I don’t. I thought my live would lose structure but it hasn’t.
There is a comfort in the knowledge that I will wake up tomorrow, as regular as clockwork.
Or maybe not.
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This sounds like the life of character created by Samuel Beckett!
What really annoys me about my own routine is that I set my alarm every night, knowing that the kids are going to get me up an hour before it has a chance to go off.
I really look forward to the day that the alarm goes off and I’m still in bed!
Kae – Believe me – it’s even better when you are still in bed and the alarm doesn’t go off.
But if the alarm doesn’t go off, how do you know when it is time for it not to ring? Have you never had moments when you’ve got out of bed and shaken the alarm clock to check that it really is only 4.20 am and that you haven’t overslept?
Ian – No, get help.
Aren’t ingrained habits just a joy though? And you’re doing so well too. I mean you have getting up in the morning pegged at +/- 4 hours. Not everybody can say that.
.-= Kirk M´s last brainfart .. Worst Case Scenario for 2012? =-.
Ian – Unfortunately, yes I have. Grandad’s right–get help.
Actually it was Lafsword who suggested Ian needed help. But that doesn’t mean I don’t endorse his sentiments.
Oh crap! Lafsword, I beg your pardon. Ian…you still need to get help. Did me wonders…wonders…yes. Everyday and in every way…yes. Much better.
I lost an uncle Sandy. Is he at yours now?
He used to be house-trained. Well, mostly.
I like the bit where you say you know you’ll wake up tomorrow – or maybe not..
That’s the randomness I’m afraid of.
Its November, Grandad. The worst month. With no christmas in it and the clocks have just changed and the mornings are dark and we’re not used to it yet.
“Where I am, I don’t know, I’ll never know, in the silence you don’t know, you must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on” (Samuel Beckett).
Less than four weeks to the arse of the year and the days get longer from there and we start to slide down into Spring. We’re DOOMED. DOOMED.
Its always good to have a routine. Go out, get drunk, go to bed, get up, go home…
Not Twitter – If your Uncle Sandy was a border collie, than possibly he is living here. I have to warn you though – he has somehow had a sex change.
Your Highness – I woke up again today. Does that please you? [don't answer that].
Cap’n – One of the thing I like about November is that there is no Chrismas in it. One of the thing I like about December is that by the end of it, the days are getting longer. I think you need to up your Prozac dose?
Jim C – You too?
‘Some’ morning guinea pig football probably coinciding with the ‘some’ morning of stepping in dog piss from waking up nearer to the 11:00 dot than the 7:00 dot. And don’t they have ground coffee and electric drip makers there?
Grandad, your always the same, sometimes.
Stipes – Nice of you to say so. Or not? I’m not sure now.