My Love-Hate Relationship with Mornings

I have a love-hate relationship with mornings. I'm not really sure I'm a night person but I'm not so much a morning person either. I'm a middle person? Well, I'm not sure what that would even mean...

Love - I really can be so very productive in the mornings and I l-o-v-e that! Really! If I get moving I can get so much done in a short amount of time and it feels great. Love it.

Hate - I h-a-t-e waking up in the 5's. The 5's were not meant for being awake. The other day the radio alarm went off and the DJ (do you call the announcer on classic music radio a DJ? Probably not...) anyway, the announcer guy said, "you're enjoying night music on Classical 89.5." SEE? My point exactly! It's night not morning. And since I've heard that announcement more than once I consider it solid fact that the 5's are nighttime. One should not arise then and certainly not before then and I have a really hard time doing so. Maybe there will be a day in the future when I can wake up in the 6's and see if I like that better but I'm not holding my breath. I really prefer the 7's but that's totally unreasonable except for weekends. (Which is a good reminder, if you want me to do something on the weekend that will require my waking before the 7's I make no guarantees of cooperation.) Hate it.

And lest you get too worried, I don't sleep past the 7's except for on very rare occasions and never to the 9's - I mean that's full blown morning and I'm decidedly up by then and even at the 8's I start feeling like I've wasted away the whole day. Maybe that's it - I just like the 7's.

Perhaps someday I'll get over the hate-it part but...let's not hold our breath. In the mean time I'll try to focus on the love-it part. And go to bed so I can get up in the 5's - and only hit snooze 1 or 2 times before doing so...

Roof Inspection

We had our roof replaced because of hail damage. After the work is done the county inspector has to come out and approve it. In order to do this the roofing company must put a ladder out for the inspector and secure it to the house. They must also post the permit in a public place.

The inspector came by today and left us a note as to why he could not inspect our roof - there were two problems.

1. The ladder was in the wrong place. (Side note here, if they are so dang picky about where the ladder has to be and the exact position it must be in and the way it is secured would it not make much more sense for them to bring their own??? Oh wait! This is a government agency so common sense does not apply. Nevermind.)

2. The permit must be posted. It is. Right in the front window. It's so obvious you can't miss it unless you're brain dead. But then if you aren't brain dead maybe you could also bring your own ladder... Right, got it.

I ask you, should people who can't put a ladder up be walking on the roof? Highly dangerous! Seems like a bad plan.

I read the inept inspector's note and the only thing I could think was AND PEOPLE WANT THE GOVERNMENT DO HANDLE OUR HEALTHCARE??

Temple Invader

J said that his history teacher was talking about Mormons today.  (I'll put my thoughts in blue.)

He said his wife went to SLC for a business trip and he went along.  He was at Temple Square and wanted to go inside the temple and just see it but, "there weren't any doors, then I saw a couple come out of some panels on the side of the building..." 

Pause

Ok, Mr. historian those 'panels' are not a big secret, they are carved wood doors and I guarantee that the SLC temple is not the only building ever to have carved wood doors.  I mean it has some unique architecture but, doors?  Really. I've even seen doors at this very temple with my own eyes. Pretty sure they haven't removed them.

But here's where it gets better. When the couple left he "grabbed the door and ran inside. Then some guy literally appeared out of nowhere..."  Certainly must have been one of our staff of guardian angels on standby.  We also call them temple workers.  But who knows, perhaps it was a guardian angel - descending from 'nowhere' and all... 

"He just started yelling at me that I can't come in there and had to leave." Not sure 'yelling' is the appropriate term - I can't really see a temple worker yelling at someone to leave.  But then again, if the guy busted in there through our secret doors, maybe he did have to yell at him to get him to leave...

Then of course the class conversation spiraled into all the weird things Mormons do like get married really young and have their kids taken away in Texas.  Oops, not the Mormons but why bother with little things like facts?