Sometimes I wonder. It is quieter in the morning and life is easier to cope with when no one else is around and I can sit there and let things happen. Maybe an hour of peace in the morning helps me during the rest of the day, although as soon as someone else gets up and starts talking, I forget all about the peace until the next day.
I opened curtains downstairs and the sun was coming up. We have no view from our house, not really, but I could see the sky above my neighbors’ houses filling with light. I thought, sigh, no view; but then I thought, this is better than nothing. Something is better than nothing in most cases, except maybe for some medical tests. The sky filling with light above a neighbor’s house beats the sky filling with smoke, or ants.
It comes back to perspective.
In the living room the grey cat was sitting on the sill when I opened the curtain. I don’t know which one of us was more startled. I thought, this is one of his power spots. Cats and their power spots. Then I remembered how the red cat wouldn’t leave my lap yesterday, and thought, there’s a power spot joke in there somewhere, but I’m too lazy to look for it.
Now and then a car drives past. It’s 5.46 AM. Austrians are such early risers.
One of the roses in a vase on the table has a bunch of aphids on it. We are looking for something natural against aphids, since the tortoise lives in that flower bed, and little birds like to come eat the aphids too. If enough little birds would come eat aphids, that would solve the problem, but only a few come.
Still, I’d hate to poison the little guys.
I’ve been waking up with hangovers all week. Since I haven’t been drinking, I’m guessing it’s the mosquito repellant thing we’re using. Maybe it works by giving mosquitos hangovers too, until they think, Enough of this, I’m on the wagon.
A dump truck just rumbled past in a hurry.
Everyone else is still asleep. The kitchen wall clock keeps ticking. I pour myself another coffee. Then maybe I’ll make lunches.
Why I get up so early in the morning
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Heh heh – I read this just after waking up – at 3:41 AM…
6:06 am.
And they do get up early, don’t they? When we’re in Austria, husband gets up at 5;45. When we’re in the US, I get up at 5:45.
you are a very funny writer Mig
i agree with julian x10. i caught up by reading the last three posts and i head away smiling.
my son’s birthday is the 10th also. happy birthday then.
Mornings are a love/hate thing with me. Sometimes I think it’s the best part of the whole day- but I’m not a morning person by nature so it has to be on my terms.
You owe yourself a better view of the sunrise ;-)
Yes, I enjoy it too: getting up at 5:00 AM so I have time to enjoy my homemade cocoa while reading the LA Times and watching CNN before others want to turn cartoons on; having time to do computer stuff (yes, including reading your blog, mig), before I have to start getting ready for work.
Kill them aphids – naturally. Get yerself some ladybugs…1500 will cost only about $20 and they naturally replenish because the bunch always includes manlybugs too.
Morning is the best time. My husband’s job is to set up the espresso machine so that all I do in the morning is press the button, and bring the cups back to the bed. Sometimes he forgets, so when he does I give him the red cup with the nun picture on it that says, “I feel a sin coming on”, because I know he hates this mug. But it doesn’t strongly impact his ability to remember to do the machine the night before. Nonetheless, that 1/2 hour in the bed drinking coffee and being goofy is the best of the day, and when I wake up in the night and it says 5:03 I say, “Yay, only 3 hours until coffee!” and that means it’s a good marriage.