Monday, November 9, 2009

Favorite time of the day

I just read an article in one of my favoritest magazines where several different writers did a little write-up about their favorite time of the day. And I said to myself, "Self, I must ponder this." And ponder I did.

Despite not being one of those people who jump out of bed all bright-eyed and bushy tailed at the butt-crack of dawn and singing glory to the morning, first thing in the morning is my favorite time of the day, especially when everyone else is still asleep.

It's my quiet time, just me and the morning paper. If and when the Long Beach Blab ever ceases publication and goes straight to a web edition only, I will be very, very sad. There's just something about the quiet of the morning, when the kids and dog are still slumbering away and it's just me and my paper.

The last few mornings it's been really foggy and when I go outside to get the paper, it's all misty and still and quiet. This morning, I decided to take a photo of the view from my front porch and the picture came out all weird:

Huh, I said to myself. That's weird. So I cleaned the lens and took another shot:

Same thing only worse. Thinking there was something wrong with my camera, I grabbed my BlackBerry and took another photo.

I don't know what was wrong with my camera because as soon as I came inside, I took a photo and the picture came out sharp and clear. Maybe I just have a very sensitive camera that captured the water in the air. Or, and I like this reason better just because, maybe my camera picked up spirit orbs and based on how many are in the photo, I've got a shitload of spirit orbs hanging around my front porch.

Anyways. That's my favorite time of the day before I have to get Thing 2 up for school, pour cereal down her gullet, get Lucy fed and give her her insulin shot, make lunches and drag Thing 2 out to the car so I can get her to school on time. Luckily, Thing 1 has become pretty self-sufficient, getting himself up and out of the door at 5:45am for Surf Team. Thing 2 is a whole 'nuther story. Morning person and self-sufficient she ain't. Once I drag her out of the depths of slumber at 6:45am, my quiet morning is a thing of the past.

But for that hour or so in the morning, all is peaceful and quiet in my world.


  1. Ditto. I am NOT a morning person. At all. But I get up 2 hours before I have to leave for work so I can dawdle and lollygag and not do a damn thing. I tend to do my blogging then.

    If I want to clean house I tend to be most productive around 10pm. If I want to write, 1am seems to be the most inspirational.

  2. Hello dahlink - My favorite time of the day is also morning although I never get up bright eyed and bushy tailed like my Devoted Spouse. But the fav part is while I am in my comfy chair chatting w/all my lovely bloggy friends, he delivers my coffee and the morning paper. It's the little things in life I savor. Hugs!