Today’s Daily Post’s daily writing prompt asks: How often do you get to (or have to) be awake for sunrise? Tell us about what happened the last time you were up so early (or late…).
Just this morning I was up before the Sun rose. I often can’t sleep and it’s a relief to get up out of bed and quit trying. Everyone else was asleep and I blundered into the kitchen, tripping over a dog toy and stepping barefoot on dog kibble inevitably strewn in my path, cursing and half-hopping down the hallway. Nothing wakes my roommate and her teenage son. A nuclear bomb could go off and they wouldn’t wake up. Setting up the coffee maker, my cane fell on the floor with a “smack”. It must always fall on the floor at least three times each day. I tried to get out the sliding glass doors but they were giving me a hard time. “Smack”, my cane is thrown on the floor and I used two hands, gritted my teeth and managed to force open the door. I sat out on the patio, listening to the rustlings of my neighbors as the Sun came up, waiting to hear that familiar sound of the coffee maker when it’s finished filling the carafe.
Finally, after wrestling with the door again, with coffee mug in one hand and my cigarette in the other, I looked around for the usual suspects who also enjoy the patio area: brown anoles, gray squirrels…the woodpecker tapping away at “mostly dead” tree and a myriad of other birds beginning their new day. The potted banana plants next to the patio have grown so large with huge, elegant leaves–they give off so much moisture that the immediate area is quite humid. Their leaves were dripping wet and, when added to the usual Florida humidity, I am dripping with sweat. The cloud of moisture hanging over the patio got the attention of mosquitoes passing by. They stopped in and bit the hell out of me. Sweating and itching, I struggled again with the door. “Smack” went my cane and I spilled hot coffee on my bare foot. Finally inside I grumble and stumble back to my room to apply cream to the bites–cursing bugs of all kinds. Still itching I took a Benadryl and fell asleep writing this piece.
That’s “dawn” at my house. Nothing “new” about it, though. By the way, that’s the Amazon Rain Forest in the photo. I used to live there, too. Mosquitoes the size of Volkswagens.
Photo credit: perubirdingtours.wordpress.com
9 thoughts on “Another New Dawn”
At least an alligator didn’t show up!
Hopefully not on my patio. My latest visitors: an armadillo and a opossum..
An armadillo would be cool. If he comes back, you should name him Arthur or Artie. Artie the armadillo… I like it!
One of my former co-workers has moved to Florida. He went out to get the morning paper from his patio. He had a visitor – an alligator. I asked him what he decided to do about that.
He said he decided to read the paper later…
Good Gordon. Imagine facing a gator in your pj’s. There’s a lake nearby–within walking distance. I’m just hoping gators don’t walk very far. Lucy
Oh, gators do come to visit. Better be on the lookout for potential guests!
My backyard is already Wild Kingdom. I do not need gators.
I haven’t read anything on your blog lately. Sorry. I have been doing the bare minimum–just writing for challenges. I even missed Stephanie’s challenge last week. I plan to spend the next day or so catching up on my reading. Lucy
And that is why I don’t live — and will never live — in Florida. Well, that and Florida politics.
I had to giggle at the thought of mosquitos the size of Volkswagons. Although meeting one would not be funny, I suppose 🙂
You learn to run fast. You should see the size of the dragonflies. Ha, Lucy