Tuesday, May 28, 2013

45RPM: Oh what a beautiful morning.

Where I match a song to a specific memory.


One summer, I worked the night shift two days per week at a budget motel.  There were a lot of "betweens" that summer.  I was between colleges and boyfriends, my parents were poised between marriage and divorce and my brother was between residences.  I loved and hated the night shift.  It was fun being on my own, the only one awake among hundreds of sleeping motel guests.  I loved that I was an official "creature of the night".  But it was exhausting, pushing myself all the way to 6:00 a.m., and sleeping during the day was a challenge.  There also wasn't much to do in the middle of the night after all the grumpy traveling families had checked in and were tucked away in their beds, and all the truckers had wandered from their endless conversations in the lobby to their slumber.  I listened to cassette tapes to keep me company and every morning at 4:30 I would take a "security walk" around the parking lot. It was really just an excuse to get out of the office before people turned out to complain about the toast bar.  By 4:30 the dawn had broken and the clear Boise sky was melting into blue.  No matter how tired I was, no matter how boring the night had been, it was always a beautiful morning and I sang this song aloud as I ambled through the lot.  Oh what a beautiful day.

ps.  Hugh Jackman! He's the man! He's rather broad, but you have to picture him much further away from you, up on stage.

2 comments:

  1. We just discovered this video (after posting about seeing Oklahoma or something) and were quite impressed with Mr. Wolverine! I think you might have taught me this song. :)

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  2. It sounds like it was a magical time, in its own small way.

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