El Burro Volador

My bedroom walls are the first thing I see every morning, unless ‘Bekah has made me sleep on the couch, or down in the study, or out in my car – and then I guess there are those mornings after I’ve gotten jacked up on animal tranquilizers the night before, and the first thing I see is usually some anonymous stretch of pavement or the inside of a dumpster.  Anyway, my point is, there are a good many mornings that I wake up looking at my bedroom walls.  Rebekah has painted them this wonderfully restful blue that just makes it much easier to transition from repose into reluctant consciousness.  To keep the room from being “too blue”, she has painted the ceiling white, which is a trick she learned from one of those home decoration shows on HGTV.

The next place my eyes usually find as they blink their way open is the string of colorful Tibetan prayer-flags hung across our window.  They always give me a chance to reflect upon some hope or goal I have for the day ahead, allowing me to continue my serene awakening.  Unless Gypsy is crying really loud for food, in which case I think of how hard I’m going to pull his tail when I catch him, and then I just feel ashamed…which, as it turns out, is also good preparation for my typical day.