What would be your preference, awake before dawn or awake before noon?
There’s something magical about getting up before the sun rises. It’s easy enough to do now that the days are so much shorter. I don’t have to be up and on the road to work an early shift anymore, but this morning W had to have his truck delivered to an auto body shop a good half hours drive away, by 8 a.m., so I followed him there in the car to drive him home. We headed east, away from the city while it was still dark, and watched dawn break. I had forgotten how incredibly gorgeous the morning sky can be, with white clouds painted in yellows and pinks against a striking blue sky. Couldn’t attempt a photo while sailing down the highway at 110 kph, but I imagined the colors I’d mix with a wide brush on white canvas.
Last night I had a strange dream in which I was driving down a dirt and gravel road, going way too fast, narrowly avoiding head on collisions with on coming traffic. There was something about a school bus, and an old rust coloured chev but that’s all I remember. Then suddenly I was dispensing glasses wearing just my lab coat, with nothing on underneath. It was topless Tuesday and we were breaking the rules. By wearing a top, I guess. There are always crazy details in my dreams that don’t make sense and thankfully bump me back into the real world where I often have to sit up and shake my head to clear it. If I try to sleep the morning away, my dreams get increasingly more bizarre until I wake up with a pounding headache. Lately we’ve been getting up to the early daylight and quiet mornings in which W putters around in the kitchen making breakfast. He has become quite the breakfast chef, actually. Bacon and eggs, fried tomatoes, hash browns, orange juice, fresh coffee. Yum.
Sorry, what was the question again? Oh yeah. Before dawn will always be my preference. That way the day is deliciously long.
If you could choose between Wisdom and Luck, which one would you pick?
Well there’s all kinds of luck, isn’t there? Good, bad, dumb, beginners, that of the Irish. I’d rather be wise and create my own luck. Wisdom is supposed to come with age, right? Well, something good should come of it. I’d settle for wisdom.
If you were given the opportunity for free skydiving lessons would you take them? Why or why not?
Gawd, NO. I’ve just discovered recently how afraid I am of heights and realized how I’ve spent a large part of my life avoiding putting myself high above terra firma. I’ve always been afraid of falling. When we were young and daring and foolish my siblings and I used to climb up to the high beams in the barn and jump into the hay. I’ve never forgotten that adrenaline rush and the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach all the way down to the awkward landing. It happened every time. I was happy to finally outgrow the need to be just as brave as my older brother and pretend for my sister that I was having fun. I’ll have to ask her if she thought jumping off into space was fun. Maybe she was pretending too.
Is the glass half empty or half full? What is in the glass?
The glass is half full of red wine. Since you don’t ever fill a wine glass to the brim (according to wine etiquette 101) the halfway mark could be misconstrued as full, really. Because wine should be swirled and sniffed and stuff and you need to leave room to do that. I am no wine connoisseur or expert and could be making this up for all I know. I’m sure there’s different rules for different wines. Anyway, make mine red and not too dry, fill the glass one-third to half way and then endeavour to keep it like that. Those are my rules.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I’m grateful for a visit from our daughter and granddaughter on a sunny warm October Sunday, along with our slightly crazy Jack Russell grand-dog who sits on the back of the couch by the window and warns us of impending doom from passers-by. Apparently the next door neighbors are especially not to be trusted. W barbequed some ribs and D made her famous Quinoa Salad. We drank some red wine and did some artwork while Kenzie worked on making her own Halloween costume from yards and yards of tulle.
This week I’m looking forward to getting a flu shot on Wednesday and seeing my specialist doctor for post op follow-up on Thursday. How madly exciting is that on a scale of one to ten? I have also signed up for Blogging 201 here on Word Press, and the first thing they expect me to do is set three goals for my blog. This made me realize I have been floundering around totally goal-less for a long time. Perhaps my world is about to change. Perhaps pigs will take up sky diving. Who knows what might happen in the next week full of magical pre-dawn hours.