What woke you up this morning?
Here in Madison, Wisconsin, it was the University of Wisconsin marching band striking up its practice session at exactly 7 a.m., the time before which they are required not to wake us all up, playing — what is it? which old witch... — "Ding Dong the Witch Is Dead."
September 6, 2014
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What an ugly thing to play when Joan Rivers is not yet buried.
"What woke you up this morning?"
The dog had to piss.
From Peggy Noonan WSJ blog on Joan Rivers -- Rivers on the Mob in Vegas:
"Third, the mobsters had a patina of class, they dressed well and saw that everyone else did, so Vegas wasn’t a slobocracy, which is what it is becoming with men in shorts playing the slots in the lobby of the hotel."
Posted for the disparaging men-in-shorts alert.
Our cat woke us at 4:42 to share with us her exciting treasure of a big fat mouse. Do we want to play it to death with her? (She is so generous with us to try and teach us how it is done). She instinctively MUST bring her prize into the house (her lair) for the universe to stay intact. Somehow, I got the two creatures out of the house, and the planets are still in their orbit.
My wife calling, telling me she'd forgotten her ID badge and could I please bring it to her.
"Our cat woke us at 4:42 to share with us her exciting treasure of a big fat mouse."
My cat did this with a good sized rat one time. The commotion awoke me and I turned on the light. The scene looked like the horse head scene in "The Godfather." There was rat blood everywhere including on my pillow. I screamed at the cat, whereupon he let go of the rat which ran under the dresser. I finally got them out of the house and then had to launder the sheets
My daughter, who was asleep in another bedroom, slept through the rampage.
Same as Bob Boyd above (the dog).
@Michael K You then had to launder the sheets? As opposed to, say, burn the sheets and sell the house?
I'm awaked by silence.
At the moment the night starts with three replayings of Radio Japan's nightly news, and then the ARRL morse code practice files, advancing from 15 to 35 words per minute, ending at 5:45am.
I find I can easily follow 25wpm, and begin missing some words at 30, should I wake up in the middle of the night or later.
When it stops at precisely 5:45, something about the change wakes me up.
The dog would prefer to sleep an hour longer.
How is that not hate speech?
"@Michael K You then had to launder the sheets? As opposed to, say, burn the sheets and sell the house?"
Well, I was tempted to burn the cat, That was the period when I had a rat infestation and other adventures with rats. I set traps and poison around where the dog could not get into them. Twice rats dragged traps into the walls and I never found them.
One night, a trap I had set in the attic above the bedroom snapped shut and the rat began drumming his feet on the ceiling. I lay in bed and waited for him to die. Finally, I had to get up and pushed up the corner of a trap door in the hallway outside the bedroom door to let the rat and trap fall down to the floor. The rat had worked his way over to the wood trap door. The rat and trap fell to the floor and I beat the rat to death with a stick.
That was a time of adventures in my house. I finally got rid of the rats and quiet returned.
I haven't gone to bed yet. I stayed up all night reading a book, and now college football is on. The Mountain Dew should wear off soon.
I've had cats leave half of a rabbit for me in the living room. One of my current cats produced a lizard, a bird and a gopher all on the same day this summer.
We had a cat like Gahrie's years ago, had to bring every bleeding carcass into a particular corner of our dining room. Eventually, the Hunter got hunted, as she explored beyond our fence where the coyotes roam.
The alarm clock - up at 6 for run and upon hearing the band, changed my course, added a couple of miles to head toward them. It was a beautiful morning for a walk or an 8-mile run.
You know your life is over when you wake up in the morning on a Saturday.
My wife, at 4:55 AM a few minutes ahead of the alarm clock, wanting to cuddle.
Father!! THE BLOGGER HAS AWAKENED!!
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