Flip clock

February 4, 2009 - 3:42 pm Comments Off on Flip clock

It was one of those flip clocks that made the tiny little “click” when the minutes changed. It was white. I got it for Christmas, I think.

The alarm would go off.  

He would stand in the door and softly call me to the kitchen.  

Every morning he would make me a cup of cocoa and a small something.  Usually an English muffin with peanut butter and jelly; sometimes cinnamon toast.  

I’d scowl at the fluorescent light and bury my head in my arms and pine for the warm covers.  The hot water heater would pound out a rhythm from its home in the hallway behind the kitchen door.  

He was always patient.  He always had English Breakfast tea and WOAI on the radio.  In February and March we would always listen to “Thirteen Days of Glory” and I would always be proud to be Texan.  

On cold mornings he would go run the car in the driveway for 15 or 20 minutes before it was time to leave, and when he came back inside, his fingers would be blue.

He would tell me “I lub you” when it was time to go.

I still eat English muffins with peanut butter and jelly.

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