July 16, 2003
Morning glory
I’m a morning person. Don’t need alarm clocks. Just wake up at whatever time I decided to the night before, pop out of bed and start morning chores . . . empty the dishwasher, start coffee for Lara, feed the parrot, medicate the dogs, read the News Sentinel, listen to NPR and do my back exercises. I’m at the top of my game. Not Lara. She awakens the way a car crash victim emerges from a coma, by degrees, rational faculties drifting in and out, wincing at the harshness of the hospital lights. This gives me a decided advantage in the mornings. As Python would say, “I run rings around her logically.” Much to her lament.
Not here. Lara has embraced mornings with a vengeance.
“I got up at 4:30 this morning,” she grins.
I slept in till 6
She’s been up before the sun every day, and she’s, well, downright chipper. It’s scaring me.
Mornings are lush here. The first one up (Lara) throws upon the doors to the main part of the house, letting the sea air rush in. Then you start the coffee, sit down on the patio and watch the moon set while the sun rises. After a few cups of coffee, it’s time for a walk to the surfing beach, some body surfing, then back for breakfast. I guess this would make anyone a morning person . . .
Weird a.m. scenes
-- The little red rooster: This guy goes off randomly throughout the day. Mid-morning. Midnight. Day break. It doesn’t matter to him. He has the most sickly cock-a-doodle I’ve ever heard. I grin every time I hear him, thinking of the sickly little bird that must be behind that voice.
-- Fresh fruit: We’re having melon, papaya and banana each morning with breakfast. It’s amazing how much better the fruit tastes here. I’ve never had papaya that good. I guess they have to pick it so early to ship to the states that you never really get good, properly ripened fruit. Plus, only certain types of banana and papaya ship well. So we’re getting a pretty limited sample . . .
Posted by Bob Benz at July 16, 2003 9:40 AM
Comments. . .
The brain of a morning person makes far, far more serotonin than mine. Who was it that said "It is waking that kills us"? Amen. Gimme more goddamn coffee and close that goddamn blind.
Posted by: Leanne at July 17, 2003 6:45 PM
i wake up like lara. do you think that i should move to the caribbean?
Posted by: jo at July 16, 2003 12:37 PM