Too Poor To Pay Attention

My Mom used to have this saying back when I was a kid: "We're too poor to even pay attention!"  At least she was the first person I ever heard say that.  She was most certainly given to hyperbole, as well, seeing as how my childhood was decidedly middle-class.  But I thought of that saying today as I made the Morning Rounds, since I was only giving my daily reads a perfunctory glance, if that.  Too poor to pay attention, too distracted to even chase the usually interesting links.  Mebbe it's the weather.  It's still iron gray and duller than a Friday afternoon safety briefing outdoors. Chilly, too.

The weather-blahs never used to set in until the end of February back when I lived in snow country.  They seem to have arrived way ahead of schedule this year.

―:☺:―

Now... that said... blog-bud (Seattle) Andy was waxing rhapsodic about the morning sunrise as seen from his place o' bid'niz.  I commented to the effect that I have a few of those tee shirts, too. I was always an early-guy, mainly coz I got more done between the hours of 0600 and when people began to wander in than the rest of the day put together.   And here's proof... a "classic shot of the parking lot," in James Taylor's words:

Taken in Rochester, NY on May Day 1998.  There were no parades or Maypoles that day as I recall.  The trees were in bloom, though.