Sunday, July 22

Sunrise it is.

You Are Sunrise

You enjoy living a slow, fulfilling life. You enjoy living every moment, no matter how ordinary.
You are a person of reflection and meditation. You start and end every day by looking inward.
Caring and giving, you enjoy making people happy. You're often cooking for friends or buying them gifts.
All in all, you know how to love life for what it is - not for how it should be.

This would seem to be pretty accurate.
I found this over at Mrs Goodneedle's Strawberry Patch, so thought I would see what the verdict was, for me.

These days, I am a morning person. I was not always a morning person.

As a child, our mother would come into my bedroom in the mornings, & fling open the curtains, saying "Rise & Shine!" or "Wakey Wakey!"
How I came to hate the sound of those curtains, & those words.

I was like a bear with a sore head in the mornings. I just wanted to stay in my warm little cocoon of blankets, in my bed with the saggy kapok mattress on a wire wove base. It was like a warm little hammock. I would reluctantly stumble out to wash & dress, & have my breakfast.

And as I got older, my disposition didn't improve in the mornings. I would get out of bed reluctantly, & grouch & grump out for breakfast. My mother & brother wouldnt dare speak to me. I would sit glowering, scowling, & surly, radiating a positive aura of "I DARE YOU TO SPEAK TO ME". I am sure my brother will remember it well.

I have no idea, really, why I was so hostile in the mornings.

And I would carry the ill humour off with me, to catch the bus to work. Thankfully, by the time I reached work, I would be in a better frame of mind, & be able to be pleasant to those around me.

When my Best Friend J came to stay, I was, perhaps, a different morning person. I would get out of bed, & go out & make us coffee, & toast with lashings of butter, & marmalade, & take it back into my room for us to eat in our beds, laughing about our previous night's fun- or not.

When we married & had children, there was not much choice about rising. Babies dont care about such things as mother's sleepins. And small children are always ready with boundless energy in the mornings, for breakfast, mischief, & play. And the days needed to start early, to fit all of life's chores into the hours.

When I went to stay on the farm with my Aunt & Uncle, the days always began early. And I never seemed to mind in the country atmosphere. I loved the early morning mists, & wonderful stillness upon the world, before the day 'began'.

The busy warm bustle in my Aunt's kitchen, where the coal range would be going, started by my Uncle when he rose first. And my Aunt would cook lamb chops for his breakfast, with eggs, usually. And he would ride off on his horse to begin his day. Or walk down to the shearing sheds to begin the day there.

Now, I love the solitary time spent in the mornings. I dont always want to rise so early, but Leo often dictates the hour. And I find I can read peacefully, or read blogs, now. Or sew, if I am swept up with a project.

I used to get up, & walk in the misty mornings, before my knee decided that was not the way it would be. I loved that early morning time, and all the world seemed your friend. The few souls out & about would say 'Good morning' or at least grunt at you.
And if it has rained, the wonderful early morning chorus of birds' pure joy! They seem so appreciative of the rainwashed freshness of everything. I am always reminded of Don McLean's Winterwood!

And now, I know you are just dying to know about the mouse?

Well, I can report it is well & truly departed this life.

Leo got my up rather early on Saturday morning. An urgent trip outdoors was required it seemed, & as I rushed into the pitch black kitchen, I almost fell over as my foot skidded on something.

Cursing & muttering threats to the dog, thinking he had crapped had an accident, I flicked on the light. To discover, to my horror, I had slipped on the extremely small body of the (hopefully, already dead) mouse. I felt very sorry when I saw it's tiny black body. I am well aware of the disease potential they have, but I still felt sorry it's little life had to end.

I hope it didn't have any relatives with it. It was a very small little critter. And of course, in death it looked even smaller.

I dont believe Leo had even noticed it. Far too pampered.

And the arm. Well it is not a pretty sight, but I am sure it is not infected. It is not painful or red, & is just simply ugly! Heh!

Joan Baez, Lily Rosemary, & the Jack of Hearts.


ancient one said...

Goodbye Mouse... you have much more sympathy for them than I do. Glad you didn't fall over it. I must take your test to see what kind of person I am. I don't think I will be sunrise.

h&b said...

I am 'Sunrise' too.
I have never minded the morning - I am the same as I am for the rest of the day - Grumps frustrate and annoy me. Buck Up, Champ !!

In my 20's, to save a few dollars, I went to live a short while with my Mother and Sister. Talk about two grumps in a pod - scowling, not talking. Yuk. I didn't stay long as I felt they just brought me down.

I also think it has helped me with the bebe/now boy ;) I guess I just don't need much sleep, but I never got the motherly-haggards.

Then again, he is a very good boy and always has been *touch wood* ! :)

Our mouse hasn't come back. 4 PB-loaded traps, and not a sign of him. Is that unusual ? Maybe it wasn't a mouse I saw .. eww ! What was it ?! Gak ! WHERE is it ?!??

And yuk to tripping/slipping on it :(

Stomper Girl said...

I'm 'noon', apparently everyone adores me. Glad I'm not sunrise, I would always be asleep and missing myself.

Granny J said...

I have always had a problem with early mornings. Not that I dislike early morning; it's simply that I am inclined to sleep in if at all possible. Made for a bit of an issue during my working life, it did!

Thimbleanna said...

Well, Meggie, I admire that you can be a morning person. I'm a late night girl -- it's 2:15 a.m. here and that's the way I like it. Sadly, I'll have to get back on schedule for the work week. Eeek! A mouse. I wouldn't have been able to sleep knowing it was lurking -- so, glad you at least know where it is. Hope your arm is feeling much better.

Linds said...

I do not do mice. Or any kids of rodents. I keep putting down the killer stuff in the shed in the garden just to make sure!
You know, Meggie, I could have written the same post right now. It is early morning, and i am readign blogs, and cherishing the quiet time I have by getting up early. I have been through all those phases with you, and have arrived at the same spot. I am sunrise!

Harmany Quilting said...

I so glad that you stepped on the mouse - that dead mouse smell gets everywhere if you don't find them IMMEDIATELY after they die.

caramaena said...

I'm also sunrise - the one time of day I really would rather I didn't acquaint myself with!

Glad your arm isn't sore.

fifi said...

Apparently, "I am midnight".

"You are more than a little bit eccentric....."

At least you didn't step on an escaped axolotl, like my neighbour did in the dark.


joyce said...

I too am a morning person and have been all my life. It's my favorite time of day and most productive. However, by about 9:30 I am nodding off. Can't have it both ways I suppose.

Lee said...

You are more than a little eccentric, and you're apt to keep very unusual habits.
Whether you're a nightowl, living in a commune, or taking a vow of silence - you like to experiment with your lifestyle.
Expressing your individuality is important to you, and you often lie awake in bed thinking about the world and your place in it.
You enjoy staying home, but that doesn't mean you're a hermit. You also appreciate quality time with family and close friends.

Bren said...

I too am "sunrise". I was not a morning person when I was a teen. I can not count the times my mom had to "wake" me. Now I have to make myself stay in bed until the sun peeks I know the coffee won't be done until 5 am!
Glad the mouse has "moved on". I would not have felt bad in the least! Hope your arm gets pretty again soon!

Joni said...

Good grief! Oh I shiver at the thought. Blech.

Josie said...

Meggie, I am sunrise too. Who would have guessed? Actually, I do like the solitude and freshness of the early mornings. And I especially love spring mornings.

Let's hope the mouse didn't have any little relatives :-)


meggie said...

Hi All,
Thanks for all your comments. I see quite a few of you did the time of day thing. Thanks for the listing for midnight Lee. You & Fifi should get along well!
Our son had a pet Axolotl for years, & we were very fond of him, but he never came out of the water!
I once caught 9 mice by hand, as they came into a cupboard! That is when we decided we had a mouse plague! I put them to sleep with ether. I have blogged about it somewhere in the distant past.

crafty said...

Hi Meggie, As usual I'm a little late.
I am midnight too.
I can't believe you stepped on the mouse! Poor little thing. I used to have pet mice. How thing's have changed, I'd be jumping up on a chair squealing as quick as the next girl now.